looking into your eyes is like looking into the end of summers leaves
i can see the dark and light within its not so terrifying
with every touch I am slowly losing control of my heart
the fortress i built is crumpling like a sandcastle in the tide
a lost passion is building that moves through me like ripples on a pond
i bare my neck in a semblance of submission, I give in to this
washed away by the quiet intensity we are radiating
let me fall into you slow like a chancing of the leaves
for you'll be my sun and i could never live again if burned
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