To speak of you, is like reading from the finest piece of poetry,
To speak of you like so, is forbidden like adultery,
To speak of you is a delicacy,
To speak of you, it's almost impossible keeping celibacy.
The sound of your soft, soothing voice arouses the naked ear,
Your hands lead to a trail of hope and fear,
My pupils instantly get dilated when you are near,
I want to be seen in your blinded mirror.
To speak of you is impossible because it's endlessly,
To actually hear your voice, it is like a sweet melody.
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