What can be better than love's sweet art?
With my beloved, a beating heart,
Vows sworn in blood, a sacred part,
And tenderness that will not depart.
And what is sweeter than love's embrace?
A farewell, as twilight paints the space,
Anticipation, a loving gaze,
Then ardent hugs, in nature's maze.
What tastes more divine than lips so dear?
That greet the dawn, dispelling fear,
The one true love, held ever near,
For whom my soul does ever yearn.
Even the scent of roses, red and bold,
In Eden's garden, stories told,
Cannot compare to hair of gold,
Whose gentle touch, my heart does hold!
What is better?
© Copyright: Святослав Соловьев, 2026
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