Adrift; in motion I perceive
The magic that she wears
In subtle modesty.
Her comings and goings bear
symphonic intensity.
I hold her personality
in ways not defined
So similar to mine;
A rapture to behold.
Unknown to all
we share a world
unmentioned – never told.
This transitory bliss is known
Through her eyes and my own
In ultimate regard to us
Indeed we share the soul
That binds and bounds
Beyond the thought that I should be alone.
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