It is all so new
The discovery
The feeling
Mad
Sort of
But in the end never
The talks
And walks
Food
Wine
Music
The poetry
The pageantry
Your beauty
Natural especially
With no make-up
And ruffled hair
Beside me
Asleep
Your breath
Your peace
Trust
It is all so new
It is all so confusing
I want to be confused with you
I do
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