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Sunday, March 29, 2015

Symphony

A glimpse of you, I catch
And begins a resonation
Of that tingling melody
The fluttering, the sensation


I try to keep my cool
Save my gaze, from being caught by a dancing eye
I surrender to the urge, but in peripheral view,
In this admiration, I revel on the sly


I find my place, fit in
As the night unfurls, so do souls around
Through the frolic and laughter, the light banter
I rummage, to hear a sound


And there, your lips, they part to allow
A flow of that beautiful voice
That's moulded into carefully chosen words that I missed
For I was lost, I had no choice

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