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Beautiful starlet, miraculous thing.
Born of June skies and late summer dreams.
Gentle and sweet as the first dew of spring.
The smell of warm hay and raspberry cream.

Treading effortlessly over soft ground, slip out of sight and into the trees.
Lifted to flight on the wings of the breeze.
Love at first sight as I shuddered and drowned.

What can I say but to state the unknown?
Tied up and tangled my thoughts so they be.
I'll show you ecstasy when we're alone, if only my thoughts would cease to betray me.

Your grace knows no limits, your thoughts are sublime.
A smile from your lips can turn darkness to light.
I'd die happy tomorrow if today works out right.
I'll give you the world if you give me some time.

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Nothing really. Just a metaphor for how I used to feel when I tried to talk to women.