I'm swayed when she flies in,
On a swirl of wind,
With that first look,
She holds my eyes...
One word from her,
Could make my heart blossom,
Even her lies,
Are so endearing...
How was it that you come to me,
It's hard to believe but how blessed I am,
Like a rare moon you appear,
Slowly, gently, warmly, touching my heart...
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