You write with the blinds half drawn on the window of your soul. Your poem is full of the intrigue of discovering love in your heart.Looks like there is pent up and unexpressed passion for the other in the words 'fist' and 'balled'.That's what I mean by intrigue-I want to know what happened next and if your love blossomed.
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You write with the blinds half drawn on the window of your soul. Your poem is full of the intrigue of discovering love in your heart.Looks like there is pent up and unexpressed passion for the other in the words 'fist' and 'balled'.That's what I mean by intrigue-I want to know what happened next and if your love blossomed.