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For if ever I was I to summon up
forthwith the words to write something
anything befitting worthy of you yourself

I fear that trite would be the only
apt way and means to describe
my bestest yet falling failing short
of effort and expectations

And can I that hasn't already been said
and spoken of you that hasn't already
been said by far better folk than I

Apart  from what  you are and represent
to me is everything single good thing
I have done and thought that entered 
my head 

So much so it wouldn't be redundant of
me to say that when it comes to love 

I not you am in fact the lucky one that
love did chose to bless and render
you blind

Otherwise if you weren't why on earth
would you have ever given me a fleeting
glance second look or moment of your
time 

Serendipity to my dismay for whatever
reason gave me you more than I could
ever possibly wished for ever wanted
in every way 

I'm still in awe and anyone who knows
me will tell I have bored them all to
death as all I ever seen to talk about is
you

Now all that I have left to do is go to
bed say my prayers will hopefully one 
day be finally answered and sleep and
dream of you

Because I have yet to meet you , you do not
exist apart from an aperture of my own
creation revolving inside my head

That sometime in the not to distant
awaits me when eventually both our
paths cross

And love no longer becomes a fairytale
but I get to wake up next to and find
out what it actually feels like to experience

What it is to be loved and love and
reciprocate that love to a certain 
someone back

Someone who I get to buy flowers for
no apparent reason other than today
at work a thought of you popped into 
my head and I began to smile from
ear to ear 

Never i shall I compare thee to a summer's day
or thy presence or beauty to that of but a rose

Unless that rose is firmly clasped betwixt
your finger's whilst head is ever so slightly 
tilted down raking in floral scents perfumery

Or summer if it be set adjacent back
illuminating your silhouette with vestal
angel radiant celestial white gold

So much so I had to stop and wonder
to myself if she may just well be 
Eve's reincarnation herself
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