The flutter, gust,
What it is,
Is none but endearing
Have we only time to venture into the boroughs
All to be made when we become one
All defined in fear and sorrow
Yet the forthcoming beauty, will entrance
Like the illusion of stars,
You are distant, but near
Serene in existence
And burning with greatness
My love for you is ineffable
And will never cease to be
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