Out of reach.

So you're seated over there
With not a single care
That i want to share
In your company.
Dare i stare at you
With not at all a clue
Of who you might be
Beneath those bright curls.
Those curls
That frame the face
Of beauty that makes hearts pace
Are as the moon in space.
No wonder i fell to your gravity
Like a cup of tea
I spill my feelings into infinity
Hoping you and i become a reality.

“It is not enough to be busy, so are the ants. The question is, what are we busy with.”

Henry David Thoreau

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