Divine in his own right, almost a god,
close to you he sits with an attentive nod.
Your engaging whispers and enchanting laugh,
make my heart quiver within my chest.
My tongue, my voice paralyzed of speech, as
fire blazes through my limbs.
My eyes see black, my ears filled with thunder;
sweat surges down me, and a quiver takes over.
Once green like grass, now wilted and dull,
I feel close to death, without you I am null.
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