My passion ran a race
Which it could not win
My eyes were closed
But her beauty still sunk in
Somehow she poured herself
Right through my skin
She was running circles
Around my heart
Before I knew she was in
She was through
Before I thought to start
And all that is left
Is the scent of her
Pouring out of my heart
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