Mystery, exotic, my objet trouve yet unattained, not even named
With eyes that never end and spirit that loves to stand
The questions and troubles that exist beyond the obvious, I want to assist
The fire that burns within, I want to kindle and show the heat of its eternal flame
The greatness and beauty of your being, are a simple inkling of the whole
The beating of your heart is the palpitation of my breath, unrest, peace, blessed
Of the many destination I have been, there is yet a place I would rather embrace
Your arms, your heart, your body, your soul, in love, or in fulfilling questions above.
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