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Our shadows cross the floors

Aspects of other dimensions in which only the dark side can be seen

While the lights overhead mimic the bright blue density in your eyes

That is unable to be copied

Even by those that have had the blue eyes before you

I want to meet the Master of Time and make him stop the clocks

So that I can walk up to you and take your hand

Without any fears or inhibitions

Or other people that may preoccupy the peace in your pace

I want to walk up to you and take your hand

So that we become something extraordinary

To those walking by

Or to those passerbys that may be watching through the walls of space

And the problems that crowd the corners of your mind

That my touch can diminish

And I only do this because I know that you can do the same for me

And this is what love is

Where there is an equilibrium of trueness, a reality of wonder

Where my life can be become complete by the dart of your eyes into mine

And I can find you and your palms and hold that which lies in the sweat of your hand

Because you have found me first

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