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I was nervous around him those few nights

Young love had risen from its grave

Except for the distance

It could be so right



He was so Beautiful to me

His eyes igniting my soul

Suddenly I was not afraid to burn free

His touch was warm

His touch, intoxicating

Oh, he is a lovely creation



He says he loves me with his eyes

Or it could be a marvelous Disguise

Either way

I loved the High