In the tapestry of shadows, she resides, A figure veiled in mystery and allure, Silent whispers of a name unknown, Yet her essence paints the canvas of my heart.
Her presence, a haunting melody, Invisible threads that bind our souls, Eyes like violets, deep and enigmatic, Reflecting the secrets of an unspoken past.
Each day, I trace her silhouette in words, Capturing the ethereal grace she embodies, A dance of light and shadow in her wake, A beauty that defies the boundaries of time.
In the hush of night, she wanders my dreams, A phantom of longing and unfulfilled desire, Her name a riddle waiting to be unraveled, A key to unlock the chambers of my heart.
A mirror of yearning, a mystery yet to unfold.
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when the sky stands still
General Fictionwhen the sky stands still, and the stars settle diamonds dull in comparison for a beauty such as her could never love an undesirable such as me
