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Aug 2011
I'm lost in your gaze...
the sun could not compare,
to the flame in your golden orbs.

Striking,
the flames lick at the emerald leaves,
swirling together,
stealing my heart,
peering into my soul.

I lose myself in the swirling colors;
that make up my love.
Alicia Strong
Written by
Alicia Strong  Nova Scotia
(Nova Scotia)   
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     Alicia Strong and Samuel
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