She walks by him with that angelic face of hers,
Those eyes that captivated him like none other,
He longed to be the one to keep staring at those ocean blue eyes,
He wanted to be the first to read her and find out where that beautiful soul lies,
She was the sweet water to his thirst of a parched man,
She was the only one amongst the crowd upon who's petite body his gaze would land,
She was his colourful butterfly that led him out the dark,
Every direction she flew left a trail of pixie dust and spark,
But the story was complicated as she longed for someone else,
She longed for a someone who longed for someone else,
He'd do anything for her, but so would she, for another man,
"We wish for something so real but fate has other plans"
- he thought to himself.
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