I'm no poet, yet with your smile

words rhyme with my heartbeat.

I'm no philanthropist, yet with your loving gaze

everything I have to the world I'd willingly give.

I need no magic nor pixie dust nor touch of witchcraft.

Your lips alone are the sweetest enchantments I have.

Indeed, I am a sinner; a crack in the mirror.

I am nothing but an imperfection

that stands out in the sea of imperfections.

Yet the mere touch of your lips, darling, is my redemption.

For such kisses breathe life

to the hero gasping deep inside.

Because my love, when I'm with you,

I could conquer the parts of the world

only conquered by few.

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