enchanted.
a mystery; incomprehensible to me,
she was poetry penned in foreign words.
her sentiments were shrouded with apathy,
and she was a flummox to anyone who approached.
the aura she spread could allure the heavens,
how could I, a mere human be at fault for being charmed.
she was poetry penned in foreign words.
her sentiments were shrouded with apathy,
and she was a flummox to anyone who approached.
the aura she spread could allure the heavens,
how could I, a mere human be at fault for being charmed.
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I wrote this poem a while back. The woman in this poem is a friend for whom I have had feelings for a really long time. I was trying to pen my unexpressed emotions towards her through this poem.