Enamored
The wondrous sights and blooming blooms,
Fail to captivate my gaze;
And all the beauty in mankind's looms,
Can't seem to set my heart ablaze.
The words in books, they seem so strange
The music notes, just noise in range
I see art but mere brush strokes and strands,
No beauty there, just mystery!
No feast can match the taste of your lips,
No dancer sway like your curves;
What magic potion do you equip
To make me crave you all the while?
Oh, be with me, my dearest one,
Bring life and passion to my days;
Let's talk until the morning sun,
And let your voice be my favorite craze.
Your flawless sight and electric emotion,
Make my heart skip a beat or two;
And with your touch, a sweet devotion,
Thrills me through and through
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