Can people be this greedy?
You hold a noble heart,
all-knowing, ever-dynamic,
a wit laced with sarcasm, yet playfully light.
Your form—sculpted, divine,
laughter, a melody spun from heaven.
A garden blooms in your presence,
ever radiant, ever alive.
And for all of this, I am guilty.
Of greed, of longing—
I want you.
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