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As I sit alone and my pen writes these words

My heart flutters off on it's own accord

While my eyes are focused on this page

My thoughts lie with a vision of sorts



So crazy am I over this angel in pink

That my tongue will not obey my mouth

I'd give my world if she'd lean to me

Allowing me to be what she goes without



To look upon her face is to fall in love

Her charms she does not even see

No diamond or pearl can ever compare

To the glimmer she reveals to me



Her eyes shine and sparkle with the stars

Stolen from the night's dark horizon

More beautiful than the lunar beam's dance

And deeper than any ocean I'd imagine



Her lips blossom with the warmth of spring

In the shade of the purest divine red rose

An intoxicating venom enticing my thirst

For this splendor I am blessed to behold



I cherish every moment we spend in laughter

Each a painting more elegant than the prior

And her smile brings my heart a soft comfort

Like fresh kindling set upon a winter's fire



I wish this old heart of mine would mend

That the shattered pieces would somehow converge

So that boldly and intently I can say to her

These feelings I have entombed upon this paper



Her heart I would hold without hesitation

Protecting it eternally from all harm's way

I could be everything that she wanted

But these are words I will never say



So I sit alone and I write these words

Hoping that some day I may muster

The courage to speak from these lips

Of the beauty in which she ushers