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Years may have passed, yet a fleeting glimpse rekindles a fire long thought dormant. She appears, a vision of grace and depth, the embodiment of a dream we dare not believe in. Simplicity masks a profound spirit, a person who ignites a yearning for something more than fleeting connection.

The urge to reach out, to feel, to speak – a symphony of desires silenced by a chilling fear. Past rejections echo, a stark warning that resonates through his very being. The heart’s unwavering desire clashes with the brain’s crippling caution. This encounter threatens to shatter a fragile peace, a chance at a lasting, meaningful relationship held hostage by the terror of failure.

She possesses the wisdom of the streets, loyalty etched in her soul, and a captivating way with words. In her presence, his own confidence crumbles. The desire for her burns with an agonizing intensity, a whirlwind of confusion clouding his path. Helpless in the face of overwhelming emotion, he craves a strategy, a concrete plan to navigate this tempestuous sea. Can he break free from the shackles of fear and seize this chance, or will the past repeat itself, leaving him adrift in a sea of unspoken longing?

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It’s been a while
She swept past by me like a gentle breeze
The very epitome of elegance with a touch of elan & panache
Simple yet profound, the kind of person we dream of, but never experience
I wanna touch, I wanna feel, I wanna share words but find myself incapable of communication
A lethal fear of rejection
I’m dying to hear her voice, a whisper… a word…. a sentence…. a conversation….
The heart wants what it wants but the brain shivers in fear
The warning bells are ringing
I am cringing
Life has been cruel
With many a failure
I simply cannot afford to fail this time
She’s got the street smarts
Loyalty is her forte
A way with words
She is but the very best
All this puts my wits to the test
I want her so bad it hurts
A whole lot of confusion with no sense of direction
Never felt so helpless, it’s all pent up emotions, a whole lot of commotion
I need a plan…. A solid one this time…..

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RESTRUCTURED VARIANT

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Years, like fallen leaves, have drifted by,
Yet one brief glimpse relights a dying ember.
A vision floats, a butterfly,
A dream we chase, a whispered member.

Simple she seems, a crystal well,
Reflecting depths where truths can dwell.
A yearning blooms, a fragile rose,
For something more than fleeting prose.

To reach, to touch, to bridge the stream,
A symphony of hopes, a whispered dream.
But fear, a serpent, coils so tight,
Past rejections echo in the night.

The heart, a drum, beats fierce and bold,
The mind, a fortress, shivers cold.
A fragile truce, can it withstand?
Her loyalty, a guiding hand.

This fleeting chance, a captured spark,
Can love ignite, and leave its mark?
No, let it not be drowned in fear,
This yearning rose, I hold so dear.

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