Your magnetism.

When you spoke,

 the light surrounded you, 

ribbons of silver and of gold.

Minutes fell off the clock 

slipping away and fading into smooth floors, 

through open doors.

A pull drew me to you,
your magnetism.

 Two opposite poles.

 Like burning sun and cold rain 

to make green things grow.

"One night of magic rush
The start- a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors read and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love"


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