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I didn't fall in love with your physique,
but that sparkle in your eyes,
a reflection of stars and dreams,
that awakens longing in my breast.
You were a beacon in the deep fog,
a soft melody, a whisper.
Words danced in the air,
and my soul, asleep, began its adventure.
Your gestures, so subtle and warm,
like the brush of the wind between leaves,
kindled in me what had died,
a forgotten flame, a love that rejoices.
It was not your lips, nor your elegant gait,
but the essence that flowed in your being,
your laughter, a balm in the distant pain,
your voice, the echo of my dawn.