Where you'll stand
Is where she sits
Everywhere betweens the creator
Building anticipation
Precisions in the planning
There's a perfect motivation
Where motive stands to reason
There's a seasoned infatuation
So carefully craft the scenario
Cultivate those recited lines
Coordinate a fashion statement that's
Conspicuously flashy yet refined
Sifting through the trash for clues
Perplexed are these puzzling pieces
The wise man follows the stars sign
Brilliant light illuminates a darkened sight
To narrow down the scope of things
You see her smile, her voice sings
Her scents enchanting, her tastes alluring
Everything screams she's perfectly annoying
When things seem too good to be true
You retrace your steps
Taking in the scene out of view
Watching while waiting until you see it
She's as devious as she is deadly
The harmony to your melody
You know many things about her
But she knows so much more
So the means to an end
Was from the very beginning
You're standing where she sits
With an elaborate way just to say hello
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