23/7/2021
I wish I knew whether you listen to my thoughts when I project them onto you;
seeking guidance from your radiance as if I am certain that I could ask it of you,
and yet I often wonder if you can hear me at all, if my musings go to waste or
if for you I matter not.
For you regale so many and yet no one at all, so am I one of them or no one anymore?
Alas, you must know this; I am entirely enthralled by you, your ways I can't resist, like a mother's tender kiss, your lustre is the matter I wish to gently drown in!
Maybe then I'll learn your language, and maybe then I will realize my bliss.
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