Touched by your eyes across the room.
A smile that brightens my soul.
Never has this weakness come over me
It is as if a moth drawn to a flame,
I would wither in ecstasy of your presence
Rather than continue alone.
I don't know what could make me happier
Never have I known pure joy
To revel in the beauty of your sights.
Breathing your breath
Touching your hand
Your kisses so gentle
Driving straight to my soul
and all along I want more
Yet I am content with this
A smile that brightens my soul.
Never has this weakness come over me
It is as if a moth drawn to a flame,
I would wither in ecstasy of your presence
Rather than continue alone.
I don't know what could make me happier
Never have I known pure joy
To revel in the beauty of your sights.
Breathing your breath
Touching your hand
Your kisses so gentle
Driving straight to my soul
and all along I want more
Yet I am content with this
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