I wish i could stop time, just for a bit
so that i might be able to look into your beautiful face,
to study its form, its curves, its splendor
i’d like to feel god in your hair
and cry, with you unaware
i have seen you in a hundred faces
and longed for contact, yet you would never understand
my need to glorify your existence,
it’s not what we do – it’s unacceptable
my benevolence can never be proven, and this
is why i cannot approach you and rejoice in your beauty
this is not my home, these are not my people.
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