The Infatuation 2
Time stands still, whenever I look at her!
Hour upon hour. Each day by day.
Evenings and mornings will always stay
In the same places, that they always were.
Noon welcomes the moon, then becomes a blur.
Final resting places welcome a lay,
As i still see her in every way,
Trying not to let my emotions stir.
Unfortunately, she can not be there,
At that point when my day becomes a dream.
This is the reason why I have to stare,
In a way that makes her memory gleam.
Obviously, such a beauty is rare;
Noticed, so it never falls through the seams.
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