HYMN OF LOVE

In my soul a hymn of love, a lullaby that awaits you in the night
A song that makes me dream of dancing peace with you in your light

My words to you speak of a lover's desire, reciting an endless hymn
Asking you to be loved between my mental sky and my earthly dream

I hope your ear hears the priceless hymn of love which is a sacred kiss
Who wants to meet a virgin ear membrane to sing for you forever in infinite bliss

To pierce the diaphragm of your ear and softly touch your soul like a whisper
To make you feel the ecstasy of eternal love in the back of your mind so deeper.

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That was great, I hope you find that virgin stripper you desire, with her hymn intact

Thanks for the comment, and I want you to understand what I wrote and what you read.
1- Not everyone who wrote some words, that means he wrote poetry and became a poet.
2- Not everyone who has read poetry can understand it.
3- Poetry is the best of words, the butter of speech, it can only be understood by those who have a minimal knowledge of the philosophical alphabet.
* Note: I didn't mention a virgin stripper in my poem. I talked about the virgin membrane in the ear of a lover, who was invited to listen to the hymn of love.

Nice poem .

thanks Julie