I see my love,
striding past.
Swaying hips
and a melting smile.
Hands clenched on
the silverware.
That I had dreamed of
a thousand times.
Eyes benign,
looks so kind,
made her face,
look so bright.
I closed my eyes
fighting through,
the series of images,
that had put me in cages.
Does she know?
Or does she not?
That she is mine?
Her soul just Mine !
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