Drawn to her like a moth to the flame I scorch my wings,
A canvas posted up behind the case, nothing more than a looking glass,
Anymore and It wouldn’t last,
What words could I sing?
To make her see more than the past, her look cascading from my grasp
Share her, keep the portrait hung,
On lookers gaze, their portentous rung,
My head screams "slow" but my heart reaches fast,
I fly to her captivated, such a special thing
A canvas posted up behind the case, nothing more than a looking glass,
Anymore and It wouldn’t last,
The glass is shattering.
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