She looks at him
Like he was a meal
Perhaps she would die
Just to steal a glance at him
She struggles through unseen pain
Longing for rain to shine,
For her little dream
Melts like ice cream
Only if she knew
She equates him to a portrait
One that would color the Museum
Her heart jumping at him,
But only if she knew
Only if she knew
That all a while
It was her shadow she sought.
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