My love

I remember when we met,
the luckiest day of june.
Țhe moment you touched,
A typhoon in my body and I got swoon.
I knew love was strong and dangerous,
Just like a fume but I wanted to resume.
I never intended to hurt you,
you are as soft as a plume.
I am so lucky to have you,
You are as rare as a piece of Moon.

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