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Unrequited Bliss

Politically Poetic

You are an illusion.
Nothing but illusion.
Ignite each cell inside of me;
A single thought about you - like music
Soothes my soul as freshly brewed chamomile tea.
I idealize someone far and distant
Unrealized and unrequited love.
A deepest feeling and admiration
that doesn’t bend to reasoning at all.
Illusion. 
There’s nothing on the horizon.
A boundless love, an overwhelming lust
A desperate craving, a passionate longing
All but a fantasy that turns to dust.
No boundaries, no barriers, no endpoint.
A fantasy that captivates inner existence
The imagination of possible and unrealistic.
The illusion of your love is stubbornly persistent.

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