she rolled her eyes and rolled over my heart,

she rolled her eyes and rolled over my heart,
so I spun around, safe from her harm—
o to see her again, what wouldn’t I give;
who ever knows what he has before him—
and would I wait outside, or even run in again,
then, did I doubt the fire of our hearts—
forgive don’t forget—how can you ever forget:
each beat, it beats—and just, for you—
two flames rise as one when why they burn is the same,
and at the height of their heat will they meet;
when you can’t pay up but you took so much,
and no one knows but he who gave you
who—ever—you are is what you are
when, only, you know who’s there to save you—

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