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scintilla (noun)

scintilla (noun)
a tiny spark
that's more than i felt when i met you
my aries let me continue
to tell you the truth
about how many mountains you could move
if you wanted to
you're turbulent 
determinant
if beauty was a tournament 
you'd defeat any and all competition
and face possible extradition
because baby, your looks could kill
when i'm with you i feel tranquil
sitting in silence for hours
your magic calming powers
remind me of tall swaying sunflowers
they peak in the summer
like we used to
evenings spent in socks
3am talks
and all those things we would watch
jump in
with corbin bleu
honestly i don't know what else to do
or say my aries i know we've been away
but there's nothing left to complain
about it's fate
i contemplate
the universe is vast but it still draws me to you
and it's true
see yourself from my point of view
for a minute or two
you're going to shake the world
i can't wait to watch it all unfold
my aries you don't need to be told
how much i care for you
i always do
a year or two
is nothing compared to the lifetime
we'll spend together in blankets
side by side
so all that's left to decide
is if we should have another glass of wine
because you're the one to whom i confide
about anything and everything
my unwavering aries
i'm so proud of you
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