Her
Your dark brown hair
It’s waves and curls amuse me
Just your presence… No!
Just the very sight of you
Even merely in a photo sends butterflies to my stomach
Like thousands of monarchs migrating south
Your the first girl in eons
It may seem to make me feel like now
All my pain… Gone. The longing for her still there
Yet suppressed
The feelings you give me make me vulnerable
Like a stray lamp being ambushed by a pack of wolves
A sudden urge of protection rushes in me
I can’t help but want you
With every fiber of my very soul
Just to hold you I would give everything
Just to see you smile I would lay out my life
Like the soldiers of our past
But in the end you want a friend
Yet I am gonna have you even if it takes me
To spend my very last breath
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