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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