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And then he asked me,
In a tone very nasty,
What love evokes she
That you are in smiles?
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O How shall I tell you,
How passion compels you,
And slowly derails you
From reality.
What can I answer,
She’s a necromancer,
Passion enhancer,
Embedded in joy.
Her eyes breathe fire,
The sweetest of lyre
Won't assuage my desire
To love her more, and more.
Her youth- divine,
Her smiles- pristine,
The roughest of brine
Would turn sweet by her touch.
A girl so fair,
Beauty so rare
Beyond compare,
She is a living form of poetry.
