you charm me with your strive.
Just like Keats and Blake your words appear
in a poetic form, music to my ears.
All time stands still and rests
when your voice chants to me at its best.
Yet my eyes never had you in my sight
I feel as I've known you from past nights.
No answers I have for this tale, you see
it's up to the stars if it will root like a tree.
I tremble to think it's him I seek
cause my heart could not endure another meek.
Romeo, are you angel's man?
I 'll give you my heart forever then.
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