The simmering of love turns into a quickening at once;
A rush at first blush taking us along its boundless jaunt.
It dazzles our senses while quieting our doubts.
Love’s limitless pace is tantamount
To a heart in bloom,
To a café at noon,
To a rose filled canvas that makes you swoon.
Do not pause your step for love is waiting still;
Quietly turning up its sweet tempo
Until we reach our fill.
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