I remember a love that had been idealistic.
A love felt fresh and for me realistic.
And when I first realized what it was to touch,
I believed I was the only one to witness it as much.
Until I recognized with my own eyes opened,
I wasn't the only one seeking love like that to come.
I wasn't the only one...
Wishing to receive a love idealistic to have just for me.
And I would be the first and only one.
Others had come to know this love before.
Others had come to know this love to leave it ignored.
And I with my virgin eyes continue to seek love untouched.
And I with my virgin eyes,
Continue to believe a love untouched and idealistic...
Is somewhere realistic and awaits just for me.
Even though I knew love and had loved many...
My virgin eyes stayed on one prize.
A prize I search to realize with eyes on me seeking.
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