There are many who make my heart pulse
Yet in your gentle embrace, I find myself
The others remind me of them
To be me, is to let myself know
How I feel, how I feel you
As your gentle tresses brush my face
I am stilled in your gentle glow
The others may flutter their eyes, cast glances
Yet I seek my validation in your pupils
In our entwining merge, in the fires of passion
I find me seeking you, as my own self
So to you, I could only say
My love for you is only a flame
Yet it burns at the tip of your wick, and only there
As we light up the room, in our love making spells
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