He’s as hot
As the morning sun
I’m afraid if I touch him
I’ll burn
Myself.
What to do
If I’m as cool
As the midnight
Tide,
And he is as warm
As the morning
Sun
I love him
With a passion
A passion that burns
With the heat
Of a million
Fires
Every time I see him
My heart turns to liquid
As if it is made with
The waves of the
Ocean
When we dance together
I feel as it is a storm of
water and fire
A raging storm
we call
love
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