To a young lady I was afraid to talk to long ago,

If I could just have a moment, to gaze into your eyes, hold you near, tell you that your countenance is beauty beyond any definable measure of man,

That your your voice rings with a melody that cannot be replicated at the hands of even the most crafted muscian

That I would give my last breath to have you close to me, and with my dying gaze and its fading light look just once more reaching out and connecting to your soul, to feel your essence, to fall into thy wonderous grace,

My heart aches to touch thee but once, my eternal light

But thanks to my Avoidant personalty disorder, I couldn't and we never met oh well such is my strange little life

take care TJ