Ecstasy
The most Beautiful eyes if all, With a color so full and pure. If love was a disease you'd be the cure. The infusing fragrance I miss. Lips I hope to kiss. The reason I am Abliss. It seems enchanted A dance shall I be granted. What is this ecstasy. It feels like some sort of Melody. One no one else may understand. I long to hold your hand. Would we go on a stroll by the ocean and the sand. I look for you in crowds. Maybe one day we'll be lying on the grass looking at the clouds.
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