How you turn around to me
you boldly face me
words don't come to either of us
I wish I knew what you sought in me
Lost want curved and curling
from Bom dia lips
Your grace doesn't go overlooked
How you keep yourself precious
Then what need is there for words
When admiration is our reality
When you are gone relief drips
like sweat on the machine
A polished smile
On good morning lips
Your routine exposes your litheness
Your gentle balance unforgettable
There is no goodbye
Only reminders of your harmony
Of the eveness we may feel
our proximity forbidden
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