The Kiss

The touch of your warmth
Standing besides your whole length

The wealth I desire dwells in you
You become the antidote to my cold

The reason I stay all nights, awake
I have become a poetic witch
You’re the reason I could burn at the stake
The people mustn’t know am an elf

And let this kiss be a poem
And not the enduring pain

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