All Poetry

Infatuation.

Eyes like doves
behind a veil…

Lips of lilies,
dripping with myrrh…

Awakened wind,
spice flowing forth…

Ravished is my heart.


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  1. This is lovely, Phoebe. I’m discovering it a little late, but as they say ‘better late than never.’ Love the artwork as well. 🙂 Have a great weekend!

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