Her


Blessed with the gift of sight, I have seen
all these gorgeous sights to behold such a passion.
But there is one out there just for me-
she might not have realized it yet,
but the moments I have stared at her from a distance
and heard her voice as faint as a whisper are but a token
of my obsession put upon a shrine to keep me here
on days where the sights aren't much to look at...
When all I have are the chances I've had yet squandered,
all the possibilities of a better life, with choices
that by far exceed my wildest dreams!

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