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And I wish I could tell you that you are a magnet, and I'm scrap metal caught up in your graceful orbit. I think about you like an astrologist thinks about the star she stumbled upon; entrancing light that is out of reach, and too beautiful to contain in such simple hands as these. I melt as you dance your beams of light upon me, casting away the shadows that cling and dampen my spirit, and warm my body with longing. You are a lovely constellation of rainbow-bursting flowers, coloring across the sky of my affection.