She reminds me of the me only I could see so her and I will become we never allowing the thought of losing sight of he yet enchanted by the makings of she... She has become my passion now so compassionate this attraction enhanced her attractiveness inspiration she brings with no precedence temptation when entering her residence..Smothered when not in her embrace pine tree fresh air envisioning her face all remnants of pain her voice erased with thoughts of our love they've been replaced.. Prisoner of her love and enjoying the prison if she became words I'd read every sentence endeavors in life I'll be her apprentice if time were to stop this love wouldn't finish..
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