He turns toward me as I enter the room
Hair tousled from a night's sleep
Shadows of morning fall across his sweet, handsome face
The sight of his flannel shirt warms me like a blanket
I am reserved, yet my entire being is filled with unexpected affection
He is a stranger - but like an old friend - I know this man's soul
I remain shaken by the searing force of my emotions
The intensity of my feelings grip me captive in a child like stance
My desires are revealed in spite of my protest
But will now be locked in a vault for safekeeping
The unknown exhilarates me, his affection for another pains me
Enriched by his friendship and resolute in my quest for love
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