Revert
Beneath fluorescent lights, you seem aglow
with color such a light will oft negate;
and though it causes beauty much debate,
it does, for you, most radiantly show
the lines from which the thoughtful movements flow
(though often unrefined); your quickened gait
ignites passion’s refusal to abate
in searching, pleading for the chance to know.
I'll never own the heart suspended here
between potential future’s timid gaze
and constancy you’re claiming to require…
for all I need, it seems, is to be near
enough to see you through fluorescent haze
and try in vain to mitigate desire.
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