When first I saw thee, time itself stood still,
A gentle light within mine eyes was cast;
Thy presence moved my heart against its will,
And bound my fleeting thoughts to thee so fast.
Thy voice, a melody soft yet divine,
Awoke within my soul a secret fire;
Each whispered word became a sacred sign,
That fed the depths of unexpressed desire.
Like moonlight resting on a silent stream,
Thy beauty calms the storms I hold inside;
Yet absence turns this bliss into a dream,
Where longing walks alone with wounded pride.
If thou dost love, my soul shall ever rise;
If not, it fades beneath forsaken skies.
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