Love was gifted to me in a glass box;
I vowed to never touch it,
For I believed that my touch would befoul its beauty
I simply watched as he stood there, smiled
Waiting for me to receive it,
Eager for me to be spellbound by all its magic
But I chose only to gaze upon it,
To cast my eyes just for a second,
That way it would never break.
His gift was never felt,
I was not prepared for all it could offer,
Someone like me
So now he waits for someone brave enough to touch it,
For someone unlike me,
Willing and deserving of such transparency;
A rare gift,
A truth.
Little does he know..
I too wait,
In hope that she refuses his gift,
So that she may one day,
Return it back to me,
It's rightful owner.
I promise this time I will not neglect it.
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