Eternally you tease my senses then astound my soul
Baroque, the language that tells the story of my search
Come my love, sit upon the veranda of my world
Safe in the shade of the umbrella of my desires
As I tell you the story of secret lovers
Whose fingertips almost touched
Souls almost connected
Of stolen encounters
Their raging battle with the storm of fate
Yet, created nothing more than a mere ripple in the ocean of love
That pales in the light of this romantic pursuit
From past life to present
I will eternally chase you
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