First meeting, within an instant
You have me, I'm yours.
Our eyes catch and my stomach flutters,
But you wear your mask so well.
Time passes with more glances.
Leaving me to fall helplessly,
Hoping you will catch me with your arms.
But still a statue you remain, unmoved and grounded.
My heart is finally consumed by you,
Given freely by my choice.
Anxiously I await to hear your voice,
But your silence echoes within my soul.
Broken now as the moments linger,
Confused, my mind aches from flooded thought.
Why must I always fall for the statuesque?
For that unattainable love.
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