And if she’d known her beauty glowed,

she might have shared her light with me

On the darkest days her heart did show.

Imagine how bright her nights — must be?

Her voice so soft, her lovely speech

which only I have heard.

Her mellow tone, no less than sweet,

as if passion lived in every word

,but none-the-less she’s-not-obsessed

with me as I am with her

to believe she’d choose me

and not the rest

is a thought?

in every shape and form…


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