Stands of fire which cause desire,

Gently like a candles glow,

To find in time with in the binds,

A love that I must know,

Is this the one whispered by fate?

In just the nick of time,

Her soft words I've never heard.

And they’ve asked of me to rhyme,

In her words she spoke to me,

A familiar tone that’s true,

A true love I hope it be,

To find out that it’s you.

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