I had loved you greatly, from afar

AI generated because I have no photoshop skills

It is the way you lay, asleep, at rest

The hair tousled from when my fingers combed out your curls

It was your face I sought in every lover

The warm tones of your voice in theirs

I did not know it was you I sought,

Vainly,

For the right circumstances to align

In each one who came before you

Each bore a hallmark of that which was to come

A bread crumb to tease me

A foolish heart thinking every piece of broken glass was shining crystal

But it is in you that He is most reflected

His face shining through from the smile in your eyes

It was His face I sough, always,

Diving further through the depths to grasp at Him

Many paths had to be tread to reach you when we met

For I had loved you greatly, from afar,

A quiet desperation in the desire to know

When,

If,

Our stars would cross

Fools and braggarts were many

Here though, was the fire

Bright, and warm, and good

I need not warm my hands in ashes

Or gaze from a distant perch enviously at what could not be mine

I need only curl up next to you, and be warmed from within

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Rachael Varca

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