The author has arranged for us to meet.
(How convenient of him.)
We were not prepared for each other,
though we had been waiting many years.
My role was to be
charming, amusing, and attentive
then I devastated you with my intensity.
Truthfully,
it was I who was smitten by you,
an angelic creature,
intense pure white beauty
with a radiant afterglow.
Your light poured right through me.
Your aura surrounded me
like an ocean of blue infinity
with turbulent undertows.
I fell hard for you.
I'm still falling.
(End of Act II)
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