My beating heart pounds,
to the rhythm and rhyme of your pulse.
On it you sit, what ever it is,
mute to the sound of his voice.
Tops when they spin, beauty moves her,
laughing as time slips away.
Oceans brave true, blue as you move,
eye's for no other but you.
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