Mind how she curves, and turns
The colours of your world
That circumscribe your vision
Bringing parity to your intuitive anarchy
Mind her movement
Her head at rest, but
Her body reaching across
The stage of your perception
Mind the manner of her smile
That your emotions be not overcome
That wisdom does not give to frustration
That longing does not give way to lust
Always mind your surroundings
That every moment you see her
Does not risk the delicacy
Of the fragile casing of your heart.
I leave you to guess...
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