There is a place of peace There is a place of joy A place away from loneliness A place away from pain That place is next to you A secret garden Where black and white becomes a colorful place Of loving, kisses, touching, caressing, There with you and only you Cares of the world melting away Anger and fear are not allowed Prejudice cannot enter A place where two hearts beat as one A place where two souls are interwoven, Touching the inner-place of one another A place that I long to come back to again and again A place of sweet abandon A place next to you — Rocky Stonehedge
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A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness: A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction– An erring lace, which here and there Enthrals the crimson stomacher– A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbands to flow confusedly– A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat– A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility– Do more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part. — Robert Herrick
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