I do, I see ya every single day – a quarter to ten
Watch you walk oh so wondrously on down our street
Talk on your phone a million miles an hour
So much as pick a flower – lily namely
But I just don’t care, could be a rusted ol’ nettle
Turns out you are my immaculate vision
Precision nestled up inside of a rather glorious mind-prison
You don’t even know that I exist
But this just goes to make it all the more reminiscent
No such dilution, heady confusion
Screw the pollution, unrequited love my perfect delusion
I will never, ever apologise for my constant protrusion
How could I!?
As you can all too easily see, you have me lost in rhyme

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