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His smile, a sibilant chorus Brother to a song of David’s praises to God Thankful for manner my life offers His lines, his notes make my heart skip beats In rhymes, rhythms of intelligence echoes Drums assimilate into the depth of hearts, Beating an addictive song ingrained in my flesh... Transparency of my fragile interior is only his to see Felt through the sensations of masculine finger tips His notes make my heart skip beats Whipped by love blind to pain I have fallen for him time and time again Centuries past, he comes around to pronounce his ground Re-introduced to me after every lifetime of trials - Every burials of past waste Undying, he remains that entity defining me My heart skips beats Singing the sweetest melody when life chants sad sounds He infiltrates as the dominating voice within I give in, designedly, monotonous motions Lines Notes Heart skips Beats Creating a song for us, with every verse He becomes my chorus.