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Panting for breath, we close our eyes.
"Arrived" your lips seal the affair
Love's tone comes alive
Lingering it in a warm embrace
"Am I to play the role now?" -
Numbering the seconds the cupid rushes.
To seize the moment eyes flutter
Owing our heart in the game of Love
Numerous are my thoughts to share -
Yawning they continue their pace
For it may prove in the near future
Buried in your mighty chest
Slowly my head loses its sense.
When passions sign the trial
Where is the place for our thoughts?
Losing ourselves to each other
We surrender to the treaty of Love.