A new year approaches, a day of judgement. The ripening of the harvest is upon us.
So close your eyes, breathe deep, Make your fondest wish and kiss me.
For the treasures of one thousand earthly princes cannot equal one moment in your arms.
Let them fade- Let them wither and die, Blow without event to the four corners of the earth.
Claim what is yours. Inscribe our names together.
The soul is in the blood, so bind us at the source.
I know my own wealth...riches beyond imagination of any king-
A single ounce of gold worn on her right hand.
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Love's Harvest - Tsani Jones
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