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| All due credits to John_William_Waterhouse_The_Lady_of_Shalott |
Vita Brevis!
Illusions, surreal as
they come;
Embraced a newfangled
tangent;
When he strode in like
a lightning,
And eluded like a star
so distant.
The time with him
around,
Have become fragments
of me.
Manifesting into
little chunks,
And etched in doting
memory.
Prayers fail me even
as I vainly try
To seize that moment
of bliss
While I watch him in
rapture
Let myself want to
passionately kiss
I have a confession to
make, I am
Guilty of an
unblemished sensation!
Of adoration, desire
and superlative love
A feeling so poignant
I felt with none
I want to clinch it
and make it my own
But I must be a fool
to cage the breeze
So I will seek solace
in my musing
By writing ballads
like these!
For Magnifico,
Felicidades!
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