Jewels of Romance
And when my lips, drenched in the precious
wine of thy soul,
Once again sought clinging refuge upon yours,
The ecstasy glowing in thine eyes told me my
goal
Had been won - that thou wert mine forever-
more.
And yet I wanted thee still more.
I could love thee and sate thee for a thousand
more years;
I could build thee a palace still more sublime
Than the Taj Mahal, warm India's mansion of
tears,
For my love knows no limit of space or time
And yet I would want thee still more.
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