How easily love leaps out of my dream, into the comfort of your arms,
Same as how my mind, now that our lips depart,
Fiercely steps, in the the cave in my soul, where your painted face resides.
Putting love in a box, from where never to get out,
I was badly mistaken, beliving it could work
In keeping you away, far away from my heart.
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