Your hair is shining sweetly in the sun
As your eyes gleam, brimming with mystery
It kills me to see your mascara run
And I die from a kiss by you to me
And from what I feel, I cant hold back less
This poems token, nothing next to my heart
Desire spills, makes a beautiful mess
To my surprise, I laugh ever so hard
I'm born free, in the cold
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