Immer In Meinem Herzen

Form: Keats’ Sonnet

Those sensual aromas caress the air
As you, my love, swayed to the ancient drum
The story of rhythm, of you and me
Intrigued by romance and my maiden fair
Essence of taste like Caribbean rum
This truth exposed I could no longer hide
And you became my sweetest destiny.
Yet now my heart can only feel despair
With ravaged senses yearning to be numb.
Oh love once released me to set me free
Where deepest longings were safe to confide
In her grace love's emotions I had seen
As fate dictated I should be denied
All but memories of my dancing queen!

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