It was a trip of
kindling smiles
ardent eye-locks
soulful embraces
gentle kisses
symphonic I love you's,
and in the morning,
it was gone.
Beautiful things are melancholic because they can't stay for long.
So I'll leave the door unlocked for more to come.
Feel free to stop by anytime you brown-eyed, luminous soul.
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