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The Hour has come
The Madness descends
The slow, Inescapable
Rush
Rush
Rush
Of Tumbling Words and Imagery,
Lyrical Visions
Spilling like claret wine
To Intoxicate and Invigorate,
While I,
Poised to Capture
All my Essence may Choose to Express,
Wait
Wait
Wait
For the Ephemeral Inundation
To Drown me
In her Rousing Deluge.
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The Love here is quite obviously of words, but the romance of those words to me is often as intoxicating as Love itself 🙂
~Morgan~
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Beautiful photograph found on flickr. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You!
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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Love, Love, Love!! ☺❤
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So agree, Morgan. You are the poetess of romance. ♡
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🙂 🙂 🙂 Thanks my Friend 😉 🙂 🙂
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