with a glance, a look , I transform
under his gaze , I soften
within his view, I blossom again
volumes of words are unnecessary
lovers see a new reality
created from passion, the magical mist surrounds
producing a thin veil which erases harsh lines of life
our eyes so heavy with love, only beauty prevails
tis loves deception of lovers to see each other as gods
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