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Alchemy
Those big honey brown eyes slow burning twin lights hold my soul captive for now and ever. His shoulders strong, a shelter special, shining just for me. His foot fall on the lawn like his love and passion catches me in magical gyres. His voice, deep and delving works like some potent alchemy, changing my faulty vision to sense. Dear self! May some deity let you nestle into that endearing curve gracing your love’s lucid lips, or into the exciting cleft in his worthy, chiseled chin! You may thus be forever closer and closer to your love, the only real reason to breathe and be. Lines:20
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