I tell another
of my affinity
towards the Sunrise.
She says
she has less of an interest,
and attempts
passing me unto her suitor.
I decline.
Marriage is a precarious endeavour.
And I long to engage.
I wonder if I see you,
the other day;
when my assembly adjourns
and you gather with your friends.
What keeps me
from speaking
with you.
Perhaps I have yet
to summon the courage
to experience success;
A dream,
perhaps.
But sitting in that lobby
provides me confidence
that you are here,
somewhere,
and we are becoming
closer.
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