This is something

I look into your eyes,
I wonder what you are thinking.
Such subtle sighs.
You take everything in without blinking.
The busy sounds,
crowded rooms,
pressure building up in mounds,
while our thoughts begin to bloom.
This is something deep,
filled with emotion.
If it becomes too steep,
we will fall into devotion.

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