so gratuitous a premium i gladly pay
to toil in this path and fritter time away
hoping to perceive, to hear or see,
or simply sense you proximately;
worth every misplaced cent and lost day
if in only sunlit dreams i can
be near or endear myself to you
in some amaranthine way
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If you've ever sat alone in a coffee shop or library, hoping to see your someone, you know what this poem is about. I don't mind life being at a standstill so long as a single shred of hope or dream remains, not for what might have been, but for whatever still could be.
Amaranthine is my adaptation of amaranth, the formal name for a plant commonly known as "Love lies bleeding."
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