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A symphony of syllables that leaves me feeling blind,
Blind to everything but you, your beauty and your grace,
The way you move and speak and smile, the light upon your face.
Hogene, oh Hogene, your presence fills the air,
A fragrance sweet and heady, like flowers everywhere,
I breathe you in and feel you near, though you're far away,
And every moment spent with you is like a summer's day.
Hogene, oh Hogene, your voice is like a song,
A melody that soothes my soul and helps me carry on,
Your words of wisdom, love and care, they guide me through the night,
And lead me to a brighter place, where everything's all right.
Hogene, oh Hogene, your touch is like a flame,
A heat that burns within me, and never fades or wanes,
It warms me up and makes me feel alive, so I can be,
The best version of myself, with you right next to me.