What in your looks reveals the thoughts that words can less transpire? What in your thoughts brings us closeness that distance I ignore? What in our closeness gives me warmth I long have yearned for? What in that warmth burns me with a passion I cannot resist? And what in contending against that passion that possesses me makes me more willing, yield to the spell that binds my soul without the least regret? What in all these makes life worth living?
It must be love…
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