An Ode to an Incomplete Love Affair

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Yz2t1QeIHQ

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She's stardust - that's the way I should describe her.
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She's a twinkle in the eye, a card dance before the dove and dew before an autumn dawn.
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The magic she has, the magic she should know she has, is the kind of thing that could set a still heart beating.
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The kind of thing that could burst a cloud, dispel the rain and repair a fracture as anesthesia for the pain.
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She carries youth in a smile, throws sunshine with her laughter and pulls a man into an awkward lean 
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At the thought of a thousand loves, to a thousand lifetimes and every second spent in between.
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She has magic in a broken heart; she has electricity in a dream, and teardrop strength
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The likes of which 

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Only those who know the light she shapes
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Will ever get to see.
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I would love to love her.
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I would love to see the lash she'd leave on a world that doesn't deserve the sting.
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I would love as much to leave love alone, value enough the care she holds
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And only hear her sing.
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And if again she isn't aware,
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If in the end it doesn't matter,
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I hope at least she does consider

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Her salvation from the nightmare,

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And its coinciding, relieved aversion 

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From the wake of my disaster. 

- A.S.M.B.