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Your love is better than wine

Your scent is better than any perfume

Your lips drip with the nectar of honey that flows under your tongue.

You are a garden. Your body is an orchard of pomegranates, grapes, and strawberries.

You are a fountain; with streams flowing from Heaven, let the wind blow upon your garden.

You will blossom, opening your heart, making today better than yesterday.

Anthony Hairston