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In the eye of the beholder

It's cold outside but the fires still burn
bodies crave and passions yearn
the wind it whips and the clouds do blow
temps have dropped but the heat still holds
 
seduction drawn in painted eyes  
tomorrow's wade, no lost goodbyes
heartbeats pull as darkness lies
opened wide to endless skies
 
come lets rest on shores that speak
where waves rush fast 'mid mountains peak
with arms entwined our battles near
not letting close that fateful fear
 
love it's more than spoken word
moments shared and silence heard
Written by JusTim_
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