Who knew that anything on this Earth could be so soft,
So supple?
My heart is fighting to get out of my chest.
It beats with a thunder I’ve never before felt.
When I saw you across the room, I knew instantly.
When your eyes met mine, I knew you felt the same.
What manner of creature are you, my dear?
What cloud in the heavens have you fallen from,
And are you missed there?
Because even though I don’t yet have your name,
I know I want this feeling to last forever.
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