Like snow that melts upon touch,
Oh! soft as scent of damask rose.
So often a heart harbors dreams,
as though mere whisper unheard.
You are desire, sweet, pulsating;
a melody that bewitches my mind
body and soul ―
I gasp as he paints his thoughts on
clouds of fire, spruce and mauve ―
Shivers ebb as waves on virgin skin,
as I sought to perceive love through
the eyes of my friend.
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