I sense the want in you,
Like wine swirling in the glass;
Like flames leaping forth,
Flailing your desires out of bounds.
It was in your eyes,
The heat emanating from your gaze;
It was in our fingertips,
Where your skin touched mine.
Then it all became cold,
When time turned its wheels;
The words I wanted to breathe to you,
Died silently in my mind.
It was in your smile,
The intentions clear as day;
It was in our hearts,
Where forked paths broke the link.
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