In my soul you are complete
This, your voice has confirmed
A portrait, reality can't match.
I'm afraid to work with you
Face to face; your splendor
May unsettle my comfort
A sight of you may disrupt
The imagination, the image
I've fashioned in my mind
The perfect balance of you,
Of Brain, Beauty and Charm
Beauty may surpass the two
I'm content to know you afar
From a comfortable distance
Your refulgence too blinding
And your charm too alluring
I could be stupefied by both
Rendered incomprehensible
And knocked off my bearing
Distant Intellectual interaction
Will keep my blushing hidden
Away from your exquisiteness
To enjoy my imagination of you
A friendly and consoling voice
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