Cause I can’t even form words
When I see you
Encompassed by quiet musk of your mystical majestic smile
Captivated by more than your countenance
Your aura is so truly beautiful
That easy conversation with you
You know…that type Jill sings about
I thought I had outgrown episodes like this
Nevertheless when you come around my shyness comes peeking out all of a sudden
I am 5 year old, first day of kindergarten me all over again
I just know that I want to get to know you
There’s something immensely pure/true that emanates from you
Causing me to get wondrously wrapped within your regal presence
To that land of familiarity
Where we know each other very well
Where you know how much I care for Czech glass patterns
Where I know how you adore writing influential verse
Where the future is ours to decide
"Ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvelous light" (1 Peter 2:9).
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