The tenderness of a delicate touch,
The sweetness on the fingertips…
The feeling of love is such -
It’s like honey on the lips.
The harshness of the day is felt,
Unexpected thorns on a flower.
With the hurt one should not dwell,
To not acquire a taste for the sour.
But at the end of a long, hard day,
With the sun setting quietly,
All the burdens might go away
When one is embraced gently.
And when the thunder at night
Brings fears to the surface,
Be chased away they might
By the sweetness of an embrace.
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