Whispers of the past
Your eyes tell me of your passion
they dance over me in amusement
A spark ignites
A flame
Passion for your presence
Glances
Stolen
As I pass
The scent of you lingers
the aroma of confidence
We burned together
I was alive
Every fiber
Every touch
attraction
then
all was ended
Your eyes tell me of your passion
they dance over me in amusement
A spark ignites
A flame
Passion for your presence
Glances
Stolen
As I pass
The scent of you lingers
the aroma of confidence
We burned together
I was alive
Every fiber
Every touch
attraction
then
all was ended
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