New joy mists in my midst,
In sweet perfection of you.
A longing onto never unhinge,
Your eyes stare in mine, a clue.
Thoughtful patterns rearrange,
My mind finds time to heal.
Like a fluttering fish underwater,
Attracted by glittering reel.
As it is pulled out,
It is quickly thrust back.
A feeling of calm and sweet sense,
No damage was done in the attack.
And as we move in,
To this storm that just is.
A musical genius awaits, creates,
A song we share in this.
Our notes ring pure and true,
When intertwined with you.
A feverish pitch of your touch,
The inevitable is truly enough.
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