#WritcoPoemPrompt70
You took my pulse without ever touching me,
Like honey and flowers, you were my bumble-bee
Collecting sweetness from our moments, wild and free.

In the silence, I felt your presence, a gentle hum,
You held my pulse without any touch,

A warm breeze on a moonlit beach,

Like honey and flowers, such was your essence,

A tune whispered, forever, once again.

Your eyes, twin stars, ignited the night,

Their radiance danced across the velvet sky,

Your laughter, a song that made wrongs right,

A golden thread in the tapestry of why.

Your voice, a lullaby, silenced the noise of the world,
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