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Should it faze me that your face is a sculpture of exquisite symmetry, such beautiful imagery I’m moved to create synergy surely no ordinary love is yours; your eyes gaze matter of factly I understand your intellect must stretch far and spread vastly, jewel of the nile, you taught everything to a theory, aspirations of premises turned foregone conclusions now are never blurry, whatever the shade if we get together two tones new colors we revealed worthy of the limelight, you’re a remarkable silhouette surrounded by candles, several layers of amazing taking my breath away even in hindsight.

You can help me with passion cause my weekends loom to be the same as the last the future is no different than the past melancholy tones underscore desires I have I'd like take off from a launchpad and soar heights that your curves light, kiss your beautiful smile and let that sink in for a while.

Words for you escape me and I think you know you have the power to confuse the most stately curves create paths and wild trajectories as they capture me and fracture the facade I’ve been using to avoid the world there in empty spaces I’ve contemplated traces of those who parallel you while never intersecting.

When I’m stressed I play, when I’m angry I say, and when I’m lost or confused I pray. I been praying a lot lately.

The tears of a Woman may never splash you but they crash through the thickest skulls, relationship lulls, and sinking ship hulls.

Ever knowing love grows and never seems to get tired of growing strapped in might as well relax might fall and get trapped then verticals in my peripheral making slight gains at long intervals she smokes with no jokes or hoax natural holy mackerel

My passion stashed protected by only the thinnest glass and anxiety gas ready to be released except I’m stumped anytime I’ve yearned only lawns of wood I’ve bumped falling back slumped and feeling quite ridiculous with respect to feats meditation on how maestro meticulous