It lingers around this head of mine. Your name, your face and all that I’ve seen you done. I picture you in a puzzle uncompleted, with no box to guide nor shapes on the sides to let me figure how to fit in.
Your thoughts, your revelations - a void between me and my life. Coy rejections and avoidance was your answer to my confession. Yet time and again you never fail to make an impression.
I always have this thought of a perfect woman who would made me fall head over heels for, but then I saw you. And it was your imperfections that stole my heart and soul.
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