in laugh or lash, or something much fresher.
Where warmth is clear, even when cold,
Each word is made, shy or bold.
No sight as sad as to see them quiver,
When happiness can flow just like a river.
To flow so free, and grow and shrink
thoughts and speech you freely link.
The bringer of love, and the giver of hate,
the softest flesh, the most tempting bait.
The tell of mind, and body, and soul,
On the longest of journeys, the very first toll.
A venture worth taking, a stop you cant miss.
start down the path, take the first kiss.
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