What I Cherish Most

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What I cherish most
Is life's first kiss
A gentle whisper
Into my washed, clean ear
Turns my head
To what is Known
By most,
Not yet  discovered
By my naivete.

I long to be held and rocked
By strong arms
Nature's cradle
Lay me down.
I long to be washed
and dryed by soft towels
And left to coo
At the sight of you.