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Love searched,
where should she sleep?
She sought a place
where flowers grew
In colours bright and new.
The soft cushions
Invited her caress
and the die was cast,
the arms were welcome
he heart was warm.
Little toes that curled
and invited to be kissed,
hands that as butterflies
gently follow lips.
It was the promised child
yes, here would love abide
and here would she endure
In form both innocent and pure.
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