Across from me, you scan the room,
Intense eyes, like midnight's bloom.
I wait, seeking your glance,
Will our destiny be a poetic dance?
Sparkling orbs, deep and dark,
Absorb my hopes, leaving a mark.
You're Pluto in the cosmic sky,
A rare glimpse, I try to spy.
Like a blue moon, your presence rare,
Out of reach, yet I still care.
Hopeless, yet clinging to a thread,
Your smile, a glimmer, my support to tread.
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I saw someone sitting across in the auditorium. And this is about him. Lol 😆
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