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A crowded room and walls of green,
an image of beauty is set in this scene.
Your hair is flowing and full of life,
like a fire of auburn rays delight.
And your eyes that twinkle throughout each day.
Seem light and piercing in a hypnotic way.
Your smile so sweet it can make me melt.
I know this feeling is something we felt.
A stimulating beauty, this you are,
like a brilliant blazing distant star.
But before I met you my skies were gray.
Cold and lonely, stormy days.
A life I've grown accustomed to.
Striving to isolate to make it through.
I try to move on and at times I can not.
I know with persistence you could gain allot.
For walls come down as they become weak,
and this may blossom if it is what you seek.
So to you this is what I say.
I enjoy your smile and laugh each day.
And it is of you that I think and miss
to hopefully one day steal a kiss.
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