| Through our eyes With open eyes I see, a soul full of grace. Your eyes wide open, Curious with beneficence. Our words are spoken, A part of me does hear. Yet a stronger articulation, Is spoken by our hearts. Our paths newly met, our hearts feel desire. I can see it in your eyes, As you sense by intuition. Firmly desiring to embrace, passionately absorbed in a kiss. My conscience knows to refrain, As this time is not our own. And so here I remain, In this skin I reside. Knowing you exist, anticipating we persist. |
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