I close my eyes, I see her from behind ...
Her hair is a moonless night, darkest and yet serenely peaceful
She turns around ...
And the moon appears... only clearer than the celestial one
She sees me ...
Two twinkling stars... innocently enticing me into its depths
Asking of me mischievous questions without uttering a word
Or is it my imagination
She smiles ...
Her smouldering radiance... igniting smiles on other faces around
She moves ...
Her grace, she's a falling snowflake, a flowing river
She approaches ...
Her scent... a hundred roses would feel inadequate
With her hands, she gestures to me...
Magic wands waving mesmerising arcs through the air
Like a fly, I'm drawn to her flame ...
A flame that can consume me, I'm aware
Unable to withdraw, not wanting to either
An embrace in it is worth a painful death
I reach out ...
Just as I take that leap of faith
She stops, having put on a mysterious mask
A glint in her dancing eyes, I can't comprehend
An evasive smile, that suddenly feels different
She turns around, and walks away.
I'm scalded, and yet not consumed
I've fallen, and yet not lastingly broken
With scars, that I'm sure will eventually fade
But for now, it hurts, this loneliness ...
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