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And Over Again


And over again, I find myself captivated by the resonance of your voice. It is my most cherished melody. Deeper than the ocean floor, yet so gentle, it grants me the courage to willingly sink into its depths.

And over again, you unveil the symphony of your melodies, revealing the brilliance of your musical taste. How enchanting you are as you sway with your guitar, I am undeniably captivated.


And over again, you ensnare me, drawing me into the depths of your essence with a mere utterance of hello. Your words flow like the dawn, your listening is akin to finding a silver lining in the clouds. I cherish every facet of your being, from the soft snore to the laughter, From the bravery you exude to the vulnerabilities you reveal. Time has passed, but this feeling remains steadfast, undeniably yours.


And over again, a lingering fear persists. Close to you, both amazement and fear intertwine. It hurts yet heals, a paradox of emotions that leaves me breathless. You leave me in a state of bewilderment, akin to the delicate transition between day and night.


But, over again, I’m falling for you again.


-vic

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