Your heart beats like a metronome;
Symmetric in rhythm,
Perfect in tone.
Your eyes are the stars at night,
your warmth emits like the sunrise.
Your scent is a natural perfume;
sweet, delicate, and fragrant.
Attracts me to you like a magnet.
Your skin woven like exotic silk;
The colour of your canvas fills my being with guilt.
To draw nectar from this flower,
it would cease to exist.
My heart would fill with sorrow.
Figuratively speaking that is.
For the longest time I have felt deprived,
but no one has ever made me felt so alive.
If my heart could beat inside,
I would truly felt like I died.
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