Been waiting ages for her bubble to get bigger,
Eagerly, she hopes as she sees a smile flicker,
Magic in those pair of eyes she saw,
Yearned for more of it as she melted in awe,
Benign was his demeanor,
Unerring were the instincts of the dreamer,
Behold, sparks fly like electricity,
Belief, unwavering, in its divinity,
Led the lost soul to euphoria,
Embraced at last the beauty of her dysphoria.
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