Limerence

A spark begins, a quiet glows,

A timeless pull, a tide below.

Their laugh, their glance, the way they move,

A rhythm, you can’t feel the groove.

Every thought of them, a gentle ache,

Like a dream you fear but yearn to wake.

You've built a world where they belong,

A fragile note, a haunting song.

The highs, like stars that light the skies.

The lows, like clouds in weary eyes.

L’éternel retour, un fil sans fin,

Chercher l’inaccessible étoile au lointain.

A quiet glow, a spark remains,

An endless thread through joy and pain...

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