Tecla...

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In the darkness of my room I write in ernest that you may see...
See me.
See how we could have been, how we ought to have been seen....
I write in ernest for every word I do mean.

I hate feeling like this
So tired of trying to fight this
In a world without peace
In a search for love without cease....
Without ease....
Like a disease
Piece by piece I try to put things together but alas.
Then you came along.

Like a sun rise in the east
Your eyes glistened amid the shimmering rays
Like a gust of wind
My heart was swept up in a smitten puff...a guff of love without bluff

Slowly and with each step
A foot upon the earth...
So did my heart beat without mearth.  

She approached....
I knew not what to say
Oh what a sweet sweet day; nay...a day beyond gay...yea
Yet my words left me.
Stolen by she who is as the glistening full moon on a the egde of a cliff.

Fortune fortune teach me what to say...
Fill my lips with words. Even if it's just hey...

My breath held.
Muscle tensed.
Eyes fixed.
Heart stopped.

"Hi. Am Tecla..."
"...............!"