Mystery
If there is any truth in what is said by some, I should never have these feelings for
you in such a short time.
"Why do I feel so mystified by the sight of you?"
I ask myself so many times in a day.
Don't know how to act or respond in the moment of enchantment.
In a whirlwind of confusion, words are hard to describe the magic stirring in me.
Don't want to be too pushy, too afraid to loose the beauty so enchanting.
Maybe out of fear, I want to flee the madness.
Should I take the chance to find out if this is love or a friend possibly blinding us as
one?
Only time will uncover the mystery.
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