At a Strangers Glance
Countless hours have passed unbeknownst to me as I have found myself enchanted by thine gentle eyes, lulled by the waves of your hair, smitten from a soft endearing smile.
I feel myself starved to hear your voice, per chance that all the images and words will paint for me a dreamscape in which to dwell this lonely night, that I may revel in the glorious possibilities love may enfold for me.
I pray to keep in slumber warmed by optimistic views, and awaken only at a place in time that finds my lips upon thy fair hand, duly acquainted in service to thee, that thy favor I will earn infallibly.
For through this technological window the sparkle of twilight I have found in your eyes, that unexplainable magic, in absolute silence can never to deny. The falling star that steals away the breath, and assures a forlorn hearts demise.
Love bears no witnesses, and can be never convicted of too passionate a crime. Each man his definition true to him, is left locked inside.
What thou cannot see in me I beg you to close your eyes, allow intuition and fairytale fate be your trusted guide.
The journey which is life holds no destination in mind, along the way through joys and perils we seek kindred hearts so that we may take solace, perhaps in fortunes smile fall from our
labors into love, walk hand in hand with hearts so entwined.
In all sincerity as this finds you skeptical and unaware, these things in which I have spoke are my cherished wish for you to have and to hold, like the clouds held aloft by the air.
Hasten not to stand in the warmth of my adoring stare, embrace thy mothers moonlight “il falò bello dei sogni” for only happiness and laughter can escort you there.
For as lovely as thou are, moreover are thou deserving of life's divine fruits, and to utter loves word or syllable thereof should never leave thee feeling awkward or scared.
Only lest my affections may fall from honorable intentions into blinding despair.
For know this well, love will never die before it has blessed a formidable heir...
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