Everyone
talks to her
With
such affection
That
it’s hard
To
make out any difference
Between
my affection and everyone else’s
She
is adored equally by everyone
Admired
immensely for her unequalled beauty
And
unmatched intelligence
How
is my admiration any different?
How
is my love unique to her?
Most
often it’s hard to believe
She
needs my love at all
Why
would she hold my hand
With
such fondness and pride
In
front of everyone?
Why
would she make petty excuses
Of
not meeting others
When
I ask her to meet me?
I
don’t understand
Why
would she need me at all
But
when in the middle of the night
She
holds my face in her palms
And
tells me
“You
know my love
Everyone
admires me genuinely
Adores
me heartwarmingly
Loves
me dearly
And
I value that
I
value that a lot
But
this all means nothing
If
you stop admiring me the way you do
If
you won’t look at me the way you do
If
you don’t love me the way you do
Because
nothing compares to that
Nothing
means anything to me
If
it’s not you
Every
time you call my name
I
become more beautiful from within
People
only get to see the reflection.”
In
those magical moments
I
whisper her name
Prefixed
with “Oh...”
Kiss
her
And
surrender blindly
To
the enigmatic mysteries of woman in love
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