The gentle pull of your blissful eyes
Touches my soul like dew on a petal
Rolls down tenderly, falling softly
On my heart, it then settles
Disperses, and flows through my blood
Swift, like a soaring dove
I feel it tingle, and I quiver
Under the weight of your love.
20th May '08
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