Skin Walker
I've met someone I think I could love;
she brandishes what joy is made of-
I lose myself in thoughts about her,
And how I would love to surround her;
The way she talks is hypnotizing,
The way she walks is mesmerizing-
but how do I know the love is true,
or if she just reminds me of you?
I cannot help but vainly wonder,
If, toward you, I still will plunder;
because even in my lovers trance,
The thoughts of you still scantily dance.
Loving her leaves impressions of sin,
When your shadow walks upon her skin.
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