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Dip your pen in the pool of my glance
Find within me the ink of our feelings
Punctuate with kisses the end of each stance
Leave questions to those who seek meaning
Trace gently the contours of my face
With metaphors as soft as a whisper
Let imperatives determine the pace
And the turns of the dance we will follow
Twirl gently loose strands of my hair
Wrap my body in long phrases, rich symbols
Let your feelings flow through your words
Sign your name in the folds of my being.
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