What do you partake in, that you have the gift of giving?
Your lips, pressed close to mine, breathe words
That enchant the stars, it seems.
Like some velvet scarf floating in the wind,
You land on my face, so that I see
The world through your hue.
I dance, half blinded,
But with the ability to see
Into the velvet
Which makes you you
And me, free.
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