Disarm
The vision of you,
imprinted on my mind,
your scent,
your touch,
your essence,
all to remind;
of lost feelings
squander,
yet so hard to
find,
I'll remove my armor,
exposed;
my heart concedes,
can you do the same?
for our love to proceed.
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