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In the quiet moments, when we converse,
My heart is melting, an exquisite curse
Soft sighs weave through the air,
While emotions tangle, delicate and rare.
Racing swiftly, my pulse resigns
With the rhythm of your spoken lines.
Every word a gentle caress,
Binding us in a sweet finesse.
In these moments, time ceases to exist,
My heart is melting and racing to resist
Binding to a love that eternally persists
My heart is melting, an exquisite curse
Soft sighs weave through the air,
While emotions tangle, delicate and rare.
Racing swiftly, my pulse resigns
With the rhythm of your spoken lines.
Every word a gentle caress,
Binding us in a sweet finesse.
In these moments, time ceases to exist,
My heart is melting and racing to resist
Binding to a love that eternally persists
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