The spark in your eyes reminds me of
The first sight of dew in the morning Beautiful pearls glistening with colours Reminiscent of summer Your presence is always a spectacular sight But my thoughts of you don't fill me with might I still fear of losing you once I try to hold you So I stand on the threshold of home Allowing myself to be held by time Hoping patience leaves her mark once again
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