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Whispers of Love


Eyes lock, Heart race.
In that fleeting second, the world seems to pause.
As if the universe held its breath, just because,
At that moment I was looking at a face I'll never forget,

In your eyes i see something more beautiful than Stars'.
Your smile, a beacon in the darkest nights.
You know love! the wind Whispers your name and the rivers sing your song:
Because my love for you is past the mind, beyond my heart, 
And into my soul,

Do you know love? My love for you is like a mirror, you can break it into million pieces.
But when you look close you're in it,
But when I look close in to your eyes i see a star i can't reach,
Because my hands are only flesh and can't extend to that height,
Now love! The sounds of thunder fill the sky, but all I hear is your goodbye:

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