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You touch me with the tip of some celestial artist’s brush

The scent of something sweet sits  in the air

You hush me on my lips like wings when fiery angels rush

While tears pool at your feet and drench my hair

I’m dumbstruck like a concert fan who wants an autograph,

You strum my senses, I suppress a sob inside a laugh

Now I’m alone, with an eternity inside a breath

When, suddenly – you’re gone,

I’m left with just a yearning and a lesser fear of death.