Who comes there
Silent of steps
Touching me through
One more form
Etched deep
The mark of your loving pace
All blue
That reflects inside
Are they not me from you
Who comes there
Inebriated of love
Touching my heart
One more of me
Pulsate a beat
To ear my heart to you
All void
That make-do my rudiments
Are they not beating for you
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