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You are my first waking thought
You're the murmur that at dawn is intoned,
Your soft laughter, my sweet melody,
Because you taste like coffee and smell like poetry.
You are the breeze that caresses the day,
The light that filters through every crack,
Your eyes, two pairs of verses floating,
My heart beats, its rhythm dictating.
You are the scent that invites to dream,
In your embrace I find my peace and my home,
You are the spark, the burning flame,
My wonderful addiction, my life.
When the night with shadows looms,
Your voice envelops me, my soul burns,
You are the secret I want to keep,
An eternal whisper that will never cease.