Behind your sunglasses, all that passes, resides
In your obsession for me, you can’t disguise,
I know, cause the obsession is also mine
Love’s hormonal imbalance in the brain
In which yet a deeper meaning underlies
You can’t disguise your sunglass mirrored eyes
None knows how the winds gonna blow
Swirling around us, the wind arose to ask us why
You love me, g: stare into my eyes, and here,
Repose a while, I can’t disguise, I love you, g,
None knows where the wind goes to but I do
It blows our love, back and forth, between us two
Blessed Graffiti Poesy 
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