She turns her head.
I´ve seen the light
that her aura shed.
She makes me feel like I´ve a bomb
in my chest.
How can i fight?
Near her I feel blessed.
She spreads a smile across her face,
a reason to love right.
A thousand dreams chase,
the definition of pining after her.
She turns her head,
such grace feminine and fine.
The rest of her haunts me and
leaves an imaginary sweet taste.
She intrigues and mystifies,
near her my admiration is fear laced.
Afterall noone adores the idea of being
denied a second time.
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