Cast his magic spell on me when I was just a girl
Never could quite set him free though we parted worlds
Connected with those dark brown eyes early freshman year
He was shy and I, too polite, to whisper my hopes in his ear
Finally through our years of friendship, I got up the nerve
To tell him how curious I’d been to see if I deserved
To rest my lips upon his, look close into those eyes
Tell him how long I’ve wanted to see our unusual lives collide
So with his soft flesh against my skin I find myself still dreaming
Of all that we have yet to speak, hopes still silently lingering.
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