the way

the way your lips murmur
it paints my breath using
decent colors of your tale
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the way your eyes gaze at me
it composes my heartbeats
sculpting fluidly my fantasy
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the way I'm listening to you
illuminates gently my hopes
in the cadence of your pulse

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