liquid lines are slicing
motionless they sway
faceless dead reflection
my love is water
when she is warm, passionate, giving
her smile flows and showers like summer
when she is chilled and hurting
her silence pelts beautiful and unfriendly
when she is cold, frozen, crystal
her indifference stings to the touch
my love is water
my life is glass
we bend the light into shimmering dance
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