She was dark as coffee but as sweet as chocolate
The last time I saw her she made my heart flutter
Her smile radiated our future
I left with her in my mind and on my lips
Could i sip from her again and not be changed
I think not so I surrender to her force
Her voice angelic and full of hope
Her hands soft and touching deeper than my skin
I am glad I met her
Not the saga begins..
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