In passing, my knees grow weak,
A common cliche, I know.
I feel the blush on my cheek
As your eyes capture my heart.
Mind wond'ring and wand'ring, caught
In your energy, in your voice,
A trap, welcomed by my heart,
Wished for, received by my choice.
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| A Moment In passing, my knees grow weak, A common cliche, I know. I feel the blush on my cheek As your eyes capture my heart. Mind wond'ring and wand'ring, caught In your energy, in your voice, A trap, welcomed by my heart, Wished for, received by my choice. |
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