The Object of My Desires
Like a beautiful image painted inside my stargazed head
The one who receives compliments when words are said
A body of flesh that creates the protype of my obsesssions
The one I kneel and pray for when I ask the Lord for blessings
The character who portrays the dreams that I possess
My heart's priest when I feel I need to confess
The imaginary picture in the clouds I see
The cause of me living enternally happily
The reason I awake from my somber sleep
The voice I respond to when i'm felling deep
She is the reason my love is so open and flaunted
More than an object, she's everything i've ever wanted
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