Carried by his ardent waves,
She questioned her heart's true state.
Was this love's authentic embrace,
Or a mirage of lesser weight?
Infatuation, perhaps gratitude,
Or ego stroked by his pursuit?
His gifts and melodies subdued
Her doubts, rendering her mute.
Flowers bloomed, trinkets gleamed,
His voice a siren's sweet refrain.
Overwhelmed, or so it seemed,
She plunged into passion's domain.
Stumbling, rushing, past the brink,
No time to pause, to breathe, to think.
Irreversibly, she took the leap,
Into love's waters, swift and deep.
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