What is this, that brings the beam
Why, from head-to-toe, erupts a stream
Purveys water, it does not
More fitting a warmth, that will cause clot
For a pinch, holds tight, at cheek
As if shine, threatens imminent sneak
Glance above, to reveal source
Mind perplexed, by a matter of course
Lips have savoured, the fine wine
A taste of grace, insight, the divine
Excites, tender in embrace
Why, heart flows, with magic from a face
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