Like a fog-swept valley in the dew of the morning,
You are a welcome breeze nipping at untouched senses.
A heatwave of pleasantries caught in a whirlwind,
Swirling around my head and making it's way to my lips.
A stranger made tangible,
Tapping into crevasses long since forgotten.
A road unbeknownst, yet the travel is desired,
Take my hand and let's give this ride a spin...
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