madly madly i feel for you.
if only my lips could produce such verse and sonnet, but woe, i lack the precise and eloquent vocabulary that you so nobly grasp.
oh how i long to be the lashes upon your eyelids that i might catch a glimpse of how you look out upon this green evanescence.
you sir, without any realization or blink, have captured it all—the air, the depth, the vastness.
be so kind as to bestow a word upon my porcelain fingertip so that i may gingerly press it to my feeble lip.
madly madly i am in a daze.
swirled into the rush, i have yet to notice.
come, ever so gently, and trace the unformed wrinkles that lie dormant.
madly madly i fell for you.
you have so much talent...
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