A ghost appeared to my eyes.
A phantom flitted where she had sat before.
Beauty, it is what haunts me.
A memory of her scent and a vision.
They torment and I feel a fool.
But only after they fade, I see them and I smile.
I am happy for thoughts of her.
And when I see her face I reach out,
I hope to feel her lips on mine.
But I never feel the bliss I hope to find.
I cannot kiss a phantom, just as I cannot kiss the beauty.
My heart beats and I feel a fool.
Foolish for my fear, foolish for my cowardice.
But I am unwilling to live as a fool.














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