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It starts with a 

Glance,

One single 

Look

Left to 

Stare,

And turns into a

Smile,

Sweep

Me off my feet,

Into the air you

Swing

And run into a

Twirl,

Laugh

At the cheesiness,

Sing

Along with every song,

Which turns into a

Touch,

A wordless chorus

Kiss

Grab

Bite

Feel

Smell;

Born again in your arms

I will not leave

Until death takes me from you.