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Come to me, but don't rush,
for love tastes like newly made eternity.
Bring your moonlit footprints,
your voice that calls my name in the broken night.
Let me feel the touch of your shadow,
the soft whisper of a distant dream,
I want to lose myself in the breeze of your eyes,
immerse myself in the river of your caresses,
Do not fear the murmur of the stars,
for in each spark secrets are told,
Come to me, but not in a hurry,
for in the eternal moment of your presence,
the world stands still.