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Look At Her |
| Written by Michael-Austin Witt | |
| Monday, 31 December 2007 | |
Look at her! She walks on air! Too much for me And far too fair
To even think Of seeing me As more than A Monstosity!
My mind goes blank My lips go dry I start to panic As she glides by
On clouds of death Or wings of light. Whichever one! They'd both be right.
Or wrong, I guess. She makes me wild! My feelings will never Be reconciled
Or admited to her. She's too far away From where I stand And choose to stay.
For, what would I find If we started to talk? Who would she be Once we started to walk
Down the path two people Must take when they know That each of them feels The same things, even though
They might be different In act or appearance. All this, of course, Is the source of my fear, hence
My aversion to contact With that striking lady. It worries me she Can make me feel eighty
With her stunning resemblance To the goddes Athena Or another great figure, Or, maybe a Queen, a
Great stately woman With fine, slender features. I'm feeling quite distant As if I'm on bleachers
Or on steps of stone Far away from her, she Makes me ponder things Too complex to be! Copyright 2008 Michael-Austin Witt |
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