Beginning of a love poem
Gentle fingers, simple smile,
Dancing as you go.
This world is so unworthy
Of beholding such as you.
Mine eye is blinded by your kindness,
Sweet as gentle morning dew.
I shake with your perfection -
You rearrange me, make me new.
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