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He was standing in front of me
That takes my breath away,
He was looking all over me
And waiting for him to kiss me.

He'd kissed me under the shadow of the night,
Closing my eyes under the beam of the moonlight;
Whispering, murmuring of sweet something..
Wishing, mesmerizing and oh so breathtaking!

I was hoping that the night would not end
Thinking and thinking that he was godsend,

From heaven, from above ...
Oh, I was really falling in love.

I could hear his own breathing,
When he'd whisper my name;
He'd touch me so gently
That made me forget my own name.

He'd kissed me again and I'm out breath,
He'd like me to think that I'm only his;
His woman, his girl, a great lady of peace,
In his heart, in his soul and in his own place.

He'd whispered something to me again,
But, I couldn't grasp what does it mean;
Until I'd heard something about a wife,
And he will just make me a mistress in his own life.

What a crap? What crap?
I was so speechless and so shocked;
"What you just had say?", I asked.
"A mistress, a second love of my life".

I brushed off his hands of me,
Wanting to be far off and away;
"Oh, I'm so stupid, so stupid,
That I believed everything he'd say".

I ran away from him,
But, he was after me again and again,
Though I ran so fast like a wind
That made me so breathless without and end.

I stopped at the moment when I didn't see him,
I wanted some air that will help me breath again;
I thought the world will not give me an oxygen
I just breath and breath, and I was back to normal again.

I heard his voice, behind me,
He'd wanted me to hear whatever he will say;
"Please, hear my reason," he'd yelled unto me.
But I replied back and said,"Go away, go away from me".

I thought love can take away your breath,
But, it reminds me that when you're hurt;
You just have to take that three deep breath,
Breath and breath till the hurt will gone by your own breath.

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