Stepping into the room, I saw something divine.
Glittering lights, shimmering in the incandescent eyes.
Dazzling smile, shining bright up to the sky.
You’re giving me chills at a hundred degrees.
The slight touch of your finger tips on mine, gave me shivers dancing down my spine.
A rush at the beginning, and I got caught up just for a minute.
Fever dream high in the quiet of the night, that’s how I feel your hands on mine.
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Nevertheless, you’re the pure holiness that I’m forbidden to sacrilege.It’s bound to be a secret deeply hidden underneath my own piece of mind.
Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize you?
Underneath the auroras writing sad prose, all I can do is committing my insurmountable grief and calamitous love to myself.
