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With a poignant tale, he stands in crimson tide His soul curves a silver lining like a wispy masquerade The resonance in his innocent gestures tells a story Of a rare, undeniable infancy so impeccable There is a silence in his deep piercing eyes Too many words unspoken like the twinkling away Of a million stars in to the distant milky way A radiation of elegance sprouts From the passionate fire in his voice A romantic mist slithers around his words Red roses grow from his lips Darling buds of life stem from his scrupulousness There is a greater will yet not foretold A greater yearning yet not fulfilled Much is hidden away in a homely rally Shall he lick the tip of his craving heart Shall he mingle the curvaceous melt Of vanilla risings, yet still crave to wade The subtle waves of earthly bliss Is there a love such as this Or is this just a summery breeze, Romancing the soft lyrics in his song What shall he compare this to?