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Though this is what I wanted, I am scared.
Your skin beneath my fingers feels so warm,
Your presence is like dreaming given form,
And now you're here, I feel so unprepared.
Your eyes are still reflections of the sky,
I lose myself within them once again.
And how I try to vanish my old pain -
Forget about the way you made me cry.
I hold you tight and brush your lips with mine,
I touch your face and see mine in your eyes.
Your kiss, more potent than a vintage wine,
Now strips me bare of armour and disguise.
The last time that you left tore me apart,
To lose you now would surely break my heart.
Elaine Mumford
Read Sonnet - Seasons
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