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Slowly all of her tranquility became real Coming down like torrential downpour Drenching me with unbridled affection Dandelions of heart surely blossoming now All happening when universe decided its us Irreversible vibrations of dormant pleasures Hope petrichor brings us even closer Limerence we're drowned in too often Complacent about pretentions and hurts Gleaming solemnly with endearments Strings they're in mellifluous motion, Attached our tapestry from miles long Draining sorrows and beaming lips Eyes of starlight staring at me Skies filled with crimson beauty Tender bliss dripping down from your cheeks While hairs mesmerising every inch of skin, Flowing with breeze of affection and deeds Gentle hands waiting to fill you with serene Before the night ends and curtains fall I'll gladly hold you long with repeating words, Brief moments of embrace and jubilation Quixotic scenes with long desires Enraptured souls they'll melt with freedom Will find sojourn in our interactions Leaving the remains of vehement love And slowly all our tranquility becomes real.