At night
When I dream
I see
A lady
I want her
But
Most times
I can't get to her
I try
But
Something is wrong
Things are in the way
Nouns
Never step aside
It's like
Searching for something without your glasses
Or
Digging a hole in quicksand
Except
Instead of sinking down
You drift up
And she's down
And I'm lost
But I'll find her
One day
I'll get there
I have
So much to give
And
I know
She would love it so
And cherish
What I have
What I am
And I
Would give it all
To feel that love
And she
Would get it back
Ten fold
And this
Self perpetuating
Cycle of admiration
Of yay saying
Of could be love
Could knock us to our seats
If only
We say yay
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