The Boy and the Girl

When I first met her I felt strength.

Though my knees went completely weak.

There were so many things to be said.

Yet her eyes muted my speach.

Her presence granted warmth,

While her absence let me freeze.

She made my heart buzz,

like a swarm of bees.

I was suffocating from my love sickness,

like a child at the bottom of a reef.

For her love was but apathy,

Unwilling to at last be set free.

I was a soldier, in the grace of a queen.

And she had eyes, only for a king.

Every night I saw her in my dreams.

Every day, a rude awakening.

There is no you and me,

But maybe some day there may be...

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