By Dragoon

Can it be true
how my love shines for youan feeling seen too long unknown
entreats your eyes so deep, so blue

Your words strike softly upon my breast
ripping my mail, impairing my rest
an infatuation?
for my heart fears
the love in which it entraps

Your touch is a privelage I dare not refuse
alive to know trust
but not to abuse
the passion which sings sweet
flying dulcetly fused
vibrantly potent
like composed by a muse

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