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Falling in Again

The hazelnut eyes I see through my own are swirling beauties
Around an infinite darkness
I’m falling in again 

Her gentle lips softer than clouds
Her delicate skin smoother than satin
Curving along a statuesque mistress in distress
Leaves me breathless
At a glance aurora fires ignite within
I’m falling in again 

Spring tulips rest pressed against sweet stolen
Memories hidden within that witch,
She wears a black dress as she soothes and caresses a sin,
I’m falling in again 

But in an instant she’s vanished upon a whisper
Drifting furthur
Furthur
Furthur 

Then turns her,

Eloquent poise,

Raises her chin,

Smiles a grin,

I’ve fallen in again