Softly she treads
Rhythmic patterns in my mind
Gently she tiptoes past my dream
In her gentle silence, bliss I find
Softly she glances
Her dark, liquid eyes
Misty long lashes
Stirring in bewildered surprise
Softly she smiles
And I die a thousand deaths
Quiet and unassuming
Rosy, blooming flower beds
Soft is her demeanor, hard though be her heart
Soft and gentle the poison of love, shooting within from the dart
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