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The most hopeful of my dreams could never foresee
the true way my insides feel when the boy in you looks at
the girl in me.
An all-powerful and consuming connection,
an intense bit of longing.
This of which I am afraid I shall never receive.

When I am for certain this infatuation has passed;
our paths find a way to cross again.
Though I not always see you,
I feel as though you will be near to me always.
The idea of fate is kept at bay.

If by some chance,
my name was to spill from your lips;
My feet would fly fast to where you were.
If you decided I was to be yours;
My heart could escape myself and be thus presented to you.

It is this connection which keeps me wishing.
Intuition tells me this something could be right.
And why ever not?
My hope believes we could turn to something beautiful.
Freedom from the longing morphed into reality.
Posted: 2008-01-21 16:49:46 UTC

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