Her words unsettle me. Her presence flusters me. I have heard little of her voice, and seen little of her face. Yet she bothers my thoughts on a daily basis. She is always the theme within my dreams. I am a simpleton, to seek what I know nothing of. Is there a word greater than naive? Or a word that means double of foolish? Then I must be these things. For I cannot forget her. She is always at the corners of my eyes, whether the lids are open or closed. She is the genre and discourse of my life. What a struggle it is to control my pain! I relish just so many things. To see her again, be it in time or in haste. To settle my palm upon her pretty face. To hear her sweet voice sound and mellow my heart. To give her my all whether in whole or in part. Let her ask, and I shall come. I long for that better day.
Notsnhoj
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