gaze
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No one else may hold my gaze as you do.
My heart is always longing for your love.
It comes to my body, you haven't a clue;
Ethereal angel of ice and snow,
Against thy cheeks, the wind doth blow.
A zesty tang of winter spirits
Bid thee come to see and hear its
Melodies of gentle breeze, see
Spectacles of painted trees,
Your eyes speak to me with silent shouts
like the sun it forces me to cry when i gaze upon the heavens
but i cant look away they stole my soul
and i rather go blind than let a royal flush fold
I am controlled by this Bryiana,
What story has my face have told?
Her very presence sends a chill of electricity down my spine
The stars; so far yet so near.
Though impossible, I can feel their soft whispers through the night.
Rippling in my ear, each has a story to tell,
A story of the beginning, the now, and the end.
