the wake of youth something was ascertained,
eyes roam toward other figures to gaze,
heart swings rapid as her hand he then gains,
something dreamt of one many recent days,
simple words put forth to ensue a thought,
hoping her defenses soon surrender,
her wonderful being though none is ought,
my words can't compare to her lips tender,
refute constant want to sing her praises,
a voiceless vessel in admiration,
thus, I give and kiss in many phases,
to send her spirit more elevation,
this woman beset upon me by grace,
living in her eyes to lay by her waist,
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