I call...

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I call you lover,

though I don't know the taste of your tongue.

I am of flaming innocence,

while you burn with passionate love.

Your eyes singe as she looks your way,

little do you know I'm here to stay.

You look towards me with those ocean eyes,

I struggle to wonder why.

My heart melts with a thousand blooms

of what we could be 

me 

and

you. 

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