like static and bedazzlement.
The joy in your face, I can't replace
for your affection is far too sweet;
pure and genuine, never to be matched.
Composed and subtle,
You are the sweetest thing I've ever known.
Your love is caring, yet reserved
and like your affection, paramount to who you are.
These are the things I've not felt, nor known.
Some kinds of things I would like to feel.
Out of the corner of my eye, I think I catch a glimpse of it
but it's never certain.
And my timing is slightly off pace, entering the room,
only to see the side of your eyes, through your hair
as you leave through the door.
So I try and think about how to bide my time,
and leave rooms the same time you do.
I fill my days with things to occupy my life,
so that you don't have to.
Books became my world.
I listen to orchestras of pandemonium
I see flashes of chaos, even through the pages...
My hand is cold, but love is not lost.
Fin.
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