Stands there almost out of reach
Begging you to run a little faster
Imploring you to be patient
Entreating you to be gentle
It's beauty is too painful to embrace
Gazing hurts your eyes
It is the embodiment of all you desire
You have worked all your life, toughing it out everyday
Just so you get to hold it in your hands, in your arms, in your
heart
But it stands apart everyday seeming farther out of reach
Illusions swamp you, cloud your vision
Out of rage you turn away, you will not be toyed with
There are too many alabaster jars after all
You forget that it has to be just right for you
Has to feel right, to complete you
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