Honored
I think I met an angel.
I couldn't get her
from my mind.
She has no idea
her true beauty.
Never seen
her own true shine.
I was honored
with her presence.
Proud
of the time
she spent with me.
Dizzy
in her absence,
intoxicated by her memory
I wait.
In hopes
she will return.
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