In a crowded room, its walls etched with the sweat off their backs
Pressed against the barriers, facing your direction.
They pace around you, forming tight little circles
Centered and spiraling away from you, begging to come closer
talking amongst themselves, how you are so perfect and glorious
When the light focuses on you just right, their gaze never stirs.
Time passes and still they find no better topic to discuss, no more captivating
Issue to be found, than your ever-present flawlessness.
Becoming lifeless zombies; nothing can force them to move
Away from you, as if there were never any other wonders in the world.
Finding it mystical, enchanting even
The way your eyes twinkle in the luminosity, when you casually glance in their direction.
Not even noticed, I enter the room
And I don’t even give you a single glance, let alone a second.
I try to strike other conversation, desperately trying to avoid discussing you
How entranced I was when first I saw you, before you entered the room.
My heart hurts, the thought of you in my arms
Snuggled close to me on a cold night, when you would think of me as I do you.
In my own world, acting as if you didn’t exist
In the same room I was in, hoping to garner your attention.
Your temper becomes apparent, with my lack of participation
In giving you praise, for your perfection.
I have disturbed your little world, where the others give you all
The attention you’ll ever need, and you wonder why.
I try to convey my never ending passion; I give you my own acknowledgement
In my own way, to help you see the truth.
You can begin to realize, that in this world
There will be those that wont give you praise, like I do.
Though it pains them to do so, by not recognizing you
For what you are, a treasure to us all.
But that you won’t become accustomed, to the attention
That will cause you to loose your head, and the grace of humility you used to have.
And as that truth, hurtling towards you
With neck breaking speeds, you begin to understand.
That even for one such as you, everything can come to an end
Without any warning, and this can cause you pain.
And in this room, I try to save you from that
By telling you in my silent way, that the rush is now over.

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