Rolled another paper and threw it away
Words never lost him this way
Poems, stories, couples strewn around
Perfection was the only way he knew now
There she sat with the calm of the world centered elegantly
Shining across the room with lips parting smilingly
He could hear but not listen the words
They had failed him at that moment as well
He tried to dabble around conversation
The awe, the glory, the depth overwhelmed with temptation
Not for him he thought was this forbidden fruit
Only had to be handled this gushing feeling so brute
The memories so vivid, so real yet so fleeting
Like the raindrop hanging off the leaves, like the fireflies' dance at dawn ceasing
The distance has increased while longing strengthened
Yet the page remains crumbled, dry and half scribbled
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