The gentleness within her heart;

that gentleness is a witching art,

that gentleness comes from her Soul

and it’s very touch makes me more whole.

It’s like our Spirits gently meld,

when in her arms my heart is held.

She is the wind that fills my sails

and my love for her just never fails.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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