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From Afar

I loved him from afar

Tracing his features, drawing it in the air.

I took note of those gorgeous eyes that at one moment can be so calm

And the next, might spell trouble.

His natural smile and contagious laugh that instantly makes everything fine.

His hair, rugged or kept, makes him no less handsome.

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And then there’s his voice

Smooth, soothing, calm, gentle.

Oh that voice!

I love the way he talks too.

Intelligent, friendly, sometimes awkward

But always a gentleman when he speaks.

Never wanting to hurt or say something bad to others.

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He is the complete package as others would often say

For me, he is a man straight out of a romantic novel I’ve read sometime before.

And though I can only love him from afar,

I know this feeling is anything but fiction.

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He looks at her so lovingly,

Smiles secretly,
And falls in love with her, knowingly.

He readily gives his heart out
Perfectly knowing she’ll break it apart.
To the sky he shouts,
“She owns my heart!”
Even though her feelings do not equal his.

He is but a work of fiction,
Of books and of movies.
He exists only in the mind.
But if he were real,
He’d be a gem like rubies.

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It cannot be more pronounced

I am in love with him.
He who does not want to show his true feelings
He who tries to hide the truth
He who seems arrogant and selfish and prideful
He, who is not afraid to be hated for he does not pretend who he is not.

He has captivated me so
The thought, the idea of him.
I have gone mad!
For I have fallen for someone who is of fiction
Who exists in books
Who lives among the pages.

And yet, I am not sorry that I have fallen for him
For fiction is sometimes truer than reality ever is

Maria Michaela

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Bookshelf on the Pillows

books lined up all ready to be read

the sensation of seeing all of them lined up

brings curiosity and a small grin curls up the mouth

which one, which one?

which one to read first?

adventure or mystery or sci-fi?

maybe non fiction? how about fairytale?

my eyes are glued to the beauty the shelf holds

my fingers anticipate, as if drooling

I pick one and curl up , snuggle in

Tonight, I’ll be sleeping with this book in hand