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* * *Ah, what is one to do at times
When love whispers words incoherent?
Loudly enough to keep mine heart beating,
Softly enough to capture breathe.
'Tis mine tongue that would climb mountains
And swim oceans for sweet words to tell
Of this thunderous pounding in mine breast!
Set wild by the sight of thy affections.
Rosy cheeks and hesitant laughter betray
Courageous attempts to contain thy emotions
And whilst maintaining control before you,
It shall not tell tales of the same once we part.
Ah, what it is to feel such vigor, that thou
Would brave through all obstacles ardently
To touch, to come upon mine flesh as a flower
Awaits sunlight's touch to bloom.
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Honorable mention
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