The whirlpool of feelings
That crowd my mindWhen looking into your eyes,
And fight in vain
To keep confined
Are hard to verbalise.
The words you say
Are all infusedWith sweet simplicity,
And leave behind
A heart confused
By electricity.
The gentle touch
Of tender handsWithin a shortening night,
Opens up heaven
And all its lands
As darkness turns to light.
To fall in love
Then have to partAnd leave the one you’ll miss,
Yet go on fighting
Heart to heart
With only a photo to kiss.
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