my heart a quicker time does keep, about me quivers, shudders roll.
older sense devolved, unwound, before my shaking hands they fall,
into youthful spins, highs and lows, excitement there, so new it seems,
boyhood fears now visit, like an memory revived, and into your
stunning eyes I lose my years and stand there feeling weak and small.
So strong the feeling after seasons gone, forever shy,
forever humble. in beauties sun I bathe and am in love.
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