Slowly slowly she'd lost her heart.
Her courage began to be shattered.
She'd never glimpsed him before with same excitements in her gazes.
Slowly slowly she'd influencing by the way he glared at her.
Slowly slowly she'd lack the authority on her heart.
What he called love that'd going to happen slowly slowly.
Closing towards him or moving away from him,
Both were tough for her.
Read her eyes if you can,
Words did not say that,
She'd to fall in love with you slowly slowly.
~ Mery Ruaid
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Поэзияpoetry is not a turning loose of emotions , but an escape from emotion ; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality . But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from...
