Originally Written on: March 7th, 2016
I looked at her everyday,
Mesmerized by her sway.
When she wakes up and sleeps,
Always laughing as if she doesn't know how to weep.
It might seem a lil' crazy, But she leaves me feeling hazy.
I can't help but love her more,
Giddiness spreads through my core.
Whenever she dances like a maniac;
She gives me cardiac.
I always look at her from afar;
Not caring about my bodily scar.
Love is love in every meaning and sense,
The only thing that requires no pretense.
So, I wonder if she will accept me regardless of my foe,
After all I am just a flower, outside her window.
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Empyrean: Where Worlds Fly High
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