Speak to me with a voice That makes my strength flee. You never know how you can touch me With that tender look in your eyes. When your lips break into a smile, My heart shrinks—maybe I’ll die As soon as you fill this space With your laughter. I am unwise. Until then, I can wallow in this glow Your presence brings And even as I’m rendered insomniac, I caress your sweet face in my dream.
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