I submit my all to your call
I submit to your life of beauty,
Your silent eyes deafen my mind
With their deep blue mystery.
Your hair gives me a welcome wave
As your voice tames my beating heart.
What angelic aura blankets you?
Blood rushes through, I cannot part
Myself from your deity presence.
But you ebb away like a dying stream
A fading painting diluted by my eyes
Until your smile only lingers in my dreams
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