Drop of sensational protest
of heart immune at breast
when love shall takes place
the first beat start unrest
Pending words will float
through the air of your doubt
bashfulness choake the throat
voices speaks by the shadows
it flows by the rivers swing
weaving the furnist strings
of the deepest feeling
when eyes satiated by the glace
start the burst, take the plunge
of your feelings as a drop of rain
from the first beat much gained steam.
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