Compelled toward something beautiful
Eyeing perfection in simplicity
She knows nothing of her beauty
A flawless reflection of what she admires, yet fears
So wrapped up that vision blurs
A vision of completion is all that's seen
Silent longing echoes into the ether
Yearning for a touch, a chance, a kiss, a word
Hold the idea with fevered fingers
Hope blooms within every heartbeat
Reality sinks in time and again, unrelenting
Always something...
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