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Your coronation

For seconds closed shut
Organ senses mine the rest
Remained fettered my eyes
To yours, eyes that catches,
Sclerotic gems
From milky star-hewn
At the cores
With jewels brown.

It is when
You looked me askance
With arched eyebrows
I realized at once
Though not
In so many words
I have declared
Your coronation
In my heart of hearts!

Experiancing love at first sight

◄ When peace is no longer under threat

Don't be a sheep in a goat's age ►

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