If we make it all the way
I will show you this poem
And we’ll laugh at the fool’s hope
That somehow came true.
For now I’m polite
And playing it cool
Burning in secret,
Making conversation
Nursing a hope
Little better than a dream
And falling in love
With a version of you
That I half invented,
Half glimpsed on a screen -
All dream, half woman,
As perfect as a lie.
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