The Beginning

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3. Nameless Enigma

Sitting next to thee

Everyone’s eyes follow

A stolen kiss apon my cheek

I pretend to fight back

Our charade is played out

The famous cold shoulder

Thoust eyes catch my own

Our glances are sacred

Thine eyebrow is raised

Suggesting much more

Red burns my cheeks

The evidence visible

Our minds rendezvous

To the same memory

A beautiful morning

Treasured and dear

My smile shows through

Our feelings are matched

Adding fire to the flame

We’ve only just begun

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trembles doust thee whom attempts to quench the burning soul of such passionate love from the depths of which all that is beautiful is realized.