Sweet Violets


We make love in a field of Sweet Violets,

sprinkled freely and softly across the bed.

A sweet sachet where you lay me down,

and upon the pillow where I rest my head.

In a place for love, a place of beauty,

you take my heart, you take my body.

Sweet passions rise, Sweet Violets cushion,

your love consuming all of me.

Sweet Violets are for lovers,

a symbol that whispers, "I'll always be true".

And as we move together in loves embrace,

you know with all my heart, that I belong to you.

An Angel Orginal

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