Gazing into your deep eyes,
Yellow and jade pressed into your skin,
I pressed into your core,
I dream it’s real this time.
My hazel eyes have wept,
No affect on my skin,
My heart has before passed on,
It will be true this time.
We have both stared over that brink,
We have both cried,
Pure and pressed skins have joined,
Our hearts both restored,
It is love this time.
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