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To admire you is to catch the winds sigh
A fleeting glimpse of the starts in the sky
You move through the world with not thought, no care,
Yet leave traces of beauty, like whispers in the air

Unknowing, you sit at your end, so serene,
While others admire the grace in between.
Each moment you breathe, without knowing your worth,
Brings light to the quiet corners of the room

And still, I hold on, with hope in my chest.
That somehow, someday, we'll find what is best.
Though the distance may stretch and paths twist and bend
I'll hold on and hope we'll find our way back in the end.

How does it feel, I wonder, to be admired so true.
While you sit at your end, with no thought of the view.
You rest there in stillness, so perfectly unaware,
Of the hearts you behold, caught deep in your snare.

You sit so composed, no weight on your mind.
While others embrace what they silently find.
The world leans in closer, in awe of your grace,
Yet you give it no thought in your quiet and calm space.

Your Smile,
Your Laugh,
Your Kindness,
Your Mind,
Your Strength,
Your Heart,
Your Essence,
Yourself

Each one a reason Iā€™d cross any distance, face any storm, move mountains, or wait lifetimes just to stay by your side, to hear your voice, and to always be at your end.

Your voice,
I long,

It touches me like magic, and it's as if the universe itself pauses, holding its breath to listen in awe just as I do, always drawn to your end.


Your eyes,

A portal to a realm untouched by time, gazing through them feels like beholding the birth of a star. Their glow so radiant, even the night grows jealous, dimming in envy forever drawn to your end.

And in your absence, the world feels less bright,
Each moment without you, a thief stealing light.
I trace the echoes of your laughter in the air,
Yet all that's left is silence, lingering everywhere.

The days stretch longer, the nights colder still,
And I miss you more than words could ever fill.
Every hour apart feels like a lifetime in vain,
As I yearn for the day you'll ease this quiet pain.



A bridge,
So wide

Your heart stretches like an endless path, and I'd walk every mile, face every obstacle, and cross any divide just to reach your end.
Solomon Amadeus Adwin
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Solomon Amadeus Adwin  17/M
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