Away­ Street ­Lamp, Swim

Speechless and thoughtless

A mind born to wonder

What sort of spell are you

Putting me under

I stood by your window to wish you goodnight

Me and myself in a park with my pen to write

You knew I would be here

Yet you stayed in your bed

Only pray I am the vision

That rest in your head

Up I look in the direction

From which you would walk

And hope your perfection

Doesn’t injure my talk

What a crazy thought that comes to my mind

Hope that you could become half of mine

All I’d do, wondrous thing

For a jewel without a flaw

Yes, in your eyes I would stare in awe

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