Lost in the wilderness of your touch,
Each emotion flourishes,
Relying on the symptoms of whats felt inside as a guide to see,
An illusion as to whats seen each time you walk by,
To preserve the wild fires that spark each time our eyes connect,
Give me those eyes once more,
The simplicity that speaks with each gaze,
With much more to hold as the sun peaks beneath the leaves,
Insight, to the beauty that hides beneath your eyes,
The stillness that it provokes,
Insights,
Once friends to the thought of love that grew as more,
A historical acceptance,
One finding a purpose of an lifetime,
Kept away from the false hope of disappointing definitions,
Dictated by the hands lost in the wilderness of your touch
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