To
Dita,
For reasons unknown, yet so patent, I
love her.
There is no denying that her scent keeps
me interested,
But there is also her physical; eyes so
lucid, lips so sweet,
And a body so caressable, and her
mental; an uncorrupted mind,
A soul so poetic, and the aura of her
shyness above her,
All which amount to my love for her, a
love in which I invested,
So much of my twisted time, and a love
which bruised my feet,
By making me wander for miles trying to
find,
Enough courage to finally step up to the
task,
Of confessing my inner nature of
addiction,
Whilst staring into her eyes; portals of
such existential divinity.
The hesitation almost triumphed, but in
the end I did ask,
And soon everything bloomed right out of
my prediction,
Slowly escaping into the sunset, hoping
to reach infinity.
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