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Romance

Tender eyes gaze at me mischievously Catching my breath as the sight of storms do Swirling me in a private symphony: A secret world made of roses, so blue Love not consumed but growing in large bloom Is sure to be carried to the next life Love such as this never do bring in gloom For adorned it is with seeds of pure faith Tender eyes meet and clash in warm silence If love is not consumed, it remains pure And life becomes a poem in a trance Lovers wait for the next life, with allure For the good is rewarded all the time The wheels of fate turn with a divine chime

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