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You run through my veins
Like sweet juice from the vine
The magic and beauty
Of all I call mine.
Your touch it awakens
What once I thought dead
The playful and joyous
Songs in my head.
Your silk woven words
With beauty embrace
The hope in my heart
With wonder and grace.
You dance in my eye
A firefly of night
The one I adore
My one guiding light.