I
Remember that breezy Saturdays
afternoons' awareness,
You found me.
I was not expecting you so soon,
Nor this way.
Many impressions I,
much, I hide.
So right you look,
Still cocooned I,
Watching only I, you.
Hoping time provides
ripe opportunities.
Daydream I,
much, I illusion.
I feel so lucky to wait,
Sedate luster, I
genuinely root.
Here grows, I.
Much, I change.
Preparing actions for
your longings, I.
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