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Casting hearts and glassy glances,

Shyly I bob my head as the others clamour,

Our of respect I incline my eyes,

Custom overrides familiarity and dreams,



Though I still recline out of reach,

I sense your heat of primative nature,

My temp' rises too and my face goes red,

Eyes darting everywhere except to your Soul,



I am not one to make another's mind,

But I can't help but notice your loneliness even in happy words,

Longing for something more as well,

I wish to help--but with a young soul I feel I've no place,



So I watch from the shadows shyly,

Acknowledging you with smiles and glassy eyes,

So familiar to me-- could it be you in all those moments?

I claim for you nothing,

Claim it yourself and come to me.

The Pulse that finds serenity,

Is blessed among all,

And yet that of the Origin,

Still makes the worthless crawl,



With this each night sinks heavily,

To grave those with the Eye,

Spying carefully, cautiously over the valley,

Of heartache and those whom cry,



Cry out they say,

Those cast out heathens,

With tooth and nails so shined,

No one else will find,

Those that trail so deeply behind.