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Emerald Eyes
Her words flash upon my screen
As if in a quiet dream
I approach them
Thirsting each word
Like wet to rain
Cautious optimism
sends silent screams
Could she be the dream,
Re-occurring stillness,
Sparkling hues of emerald eyes?
I amaze myself almost
as if a bubbling school boy.
Shall I allow this freedom to feast?
upon beauty of a mysterious enchantment?
Embellishing my thoughts
my heart request that I once again allow
Seems her scent permeates my very existence
Yet, how can this be?
Weve never met, and she hails
thousands of miles away.
Still, I shall place this scent,
This thought,
This dream,
This mirage,
should it come to be,
Before the very heart of a dream
And my pillow
