The look in your eyes makes my heart go wild.
Not gentle, not soft,
but a wildfire raging,
hungry, untamed, unstoppable.
It does not whisper,
it roars.
Like a storm rolling in,
like the earth splitting open,
like something too fierce to hold.
There is no peace here,
no quiet surrender.
Only the raw, unyielding truth-
that in your gaze,
I am alive.
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