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don't i just know

how with just one nip

of her eyes

    a wind pounces through your leaves



like a fire's first s p a r k s before flame

t i n  

    g l i

         ng

nerves r-----ush

like pines in a forest



feeling like the longer,

   harder

you stare

the

       glisten

                i n g of her eyes will make you f

                                                                   a

                                                                       l

                                                                         l

after a minute, tingles go to an ache

impatience w

                 e

                   a

                  r

                   s

and you can't help



when it consumes you, you call it

l               o                   v             e



she speaks your words right back to you

it is love

but does she not agree?

does she not know she

        put this

u p o n

you?



                    but then,

rememberance

occurs





her heart is but just a grave for flowers

where hopes grow and die

other seeds were invisible that she planted?

          (no)

lessons learned by other tides

)observational markings

                     other love's deaths

they d e c

                  l

                     i

                     n ed

the stimulus of her mind



b ut

  t

   u

    ck that in the back of your h ead!

she feels the same it's fine



o h it is love not just a

                                       rhyme

these e y es oh yes hold it all



(for you maybe, but she is afriad to f



                                              a

                                                            l

          



                                        l.

) settle then to a c   r  a  



                                        wl.