Fly me to the moon;
Fly me to the stars;
Carry me on a whisper:
hold me in your arms.

Drown me in a sigh,
deeper than your eyes.
Beat my broken heart to pulp:
tell me one more lie.

Bless me with your smile,
lose me in our fate.
Stroke me with just one more touch,
let me almost faint.

Sweep me on your lips,
melt me with such bliss.
Grant yourself this one last sin:
echo that last kiss.

by Daniele Pinna

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mmm, i am in love with any form of an echo. this poem has not disappointed. the concept's been done before but that doesn't even matter, what you have here is beautifully fluid.