What a man usually won’t say about her

I dream of her in sepia,

not because she is the past,

it is because she is classic.

trailing me from my yesterday,

ever present in my today,

and promising me the future.


No way I deserve her smiles,

the slight nudge,

things that excite.

She seized my brooding,

where is her wand,

my heart it enchants.

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