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Dare I attempt, yet cannot fathom,
The mystery that renders it uncommon.

My senses controlled, yet I succumb,
To the intoxication of the sweetest kind.

A twitch, the curve, so soft and full,
(sigh) A longing to touch it, but I pull back.

For if it vanished, so would my dreams,
The fire, iced; my heart, wrenched.

Endless the days would be, the nights the darkest ever,
A melancholy gloom eclipsing the joys of love.

So smile my love, do smile for me,
For it is what I live for , and it is that by which I love.