When I look into her eyes at first
There is no feeling,rare
But a while after, I begin to thirst
Like I had run miles with the speed of a hare
Suddenly, I am short-winded
Some unknown heat seems to overwhelm me in the freezing temperature
The feeling of asthma is reminded
So weak is my breathing structure,
Yet I can not look away from this beauty
Because outside her eyes is a world so cold
Hence I have no choice but to make it a point of duty
To stare into the beauty of those eyes untold
She becomes my fireplace
My bed of coals of boiling hot sparks
That does my heart, raze
Yet feels like walks in parks
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