Take me to those drowning pools
Your eyes so like the life that leads to death.
Very much desires the smile to kiss those lips, make them wet.
Dare I take, or was it given, silent seconds, breath held to live in.
And, I wonder on that fondling day who spoiled who and in which way?
For only your eyes can tell the story, only my mind holds the glory.
Of the story told of a day in spring, when love was taken but never given.
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