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I think I’ve seen her before,
This woman who sits there
Wearing a knowing smile
Reposing without care.
Introductions are vain,
I know her name
This woman I’ve never seen,
This woman inside my dream.

Beside her, Beauty sulks
Behind her, Lust is mocked
One word only describes this face
That speaks of nothing save grace.
Grace so pure, so overpowering,
If a hair of her head
Were to fall
The universe
would stop
And my fingers
would take flight
to catch it.