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Kisses set my mind ablaze

Her potion a tonic powerful

My head shifting into a haze

Surrounded by toxic love

 

Soft and delicate her touch

Lights my fire in the harshest storm

A raging blizzard is a snow such

That blinds the flaws I cannot see

 

For I perceive the perfection

And embrace her beauty,

Her face, her body, her complexion

Her vernacular compassion

 

Her words flow like a quaint stream

Occasionally quirky or quiet

Her self quickly warping to team

Up with a person like myself, like me

 

Journeying from two different spheres

Yet traveling the same path this day

Brings joyful and cheerful tears

That I could be with her

 

Her with the deep soul looking inward

Her with the elegant fingers

Her with the love so absurd

Towards me as if in a dream

 

Simply this feeling is not reality

Yet somehow this is more

Than easy practicality

This is true and pure.