Her image.
It's a gift.
Her fresh image, ignites me:
Heart and pulse,
breath and rush.
She warrants my unconditional surrender.
Oh such sweet terror -
A gentle fear,
soft sublime.
Godly. Dread.
Such horror to see fantasy manifest.
Unworldly; terrifying.
And then a voice mutters in my mind
'just fantasy,
make-believe.
It is an illusion.'
This I get to keep.
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