Staring out, my eyes on an unknown land,
I travel dreary days on a train,
Hearing not the sounds that come from that place,
My ears numbed by a rattling refrain.
As I pull the drapes and prepare to withdraw,
My mind turns for I hear something new,
When amidst the overwhelming grey,
With a dash of colour you sweep into view.
Wearing a refreshing pink between black,
Adorned with green your pretty little feet,
I look up as you walk jauntily past,
Like an oasis in the desert heat.
A glint of gold, your hands dance while you speak,
Like welcome sunrays in a prison cell,
Your voice bubbling forth like a youthful spring,
Carrying your laughter like a trinkling bell.
Another day replaces the night,
The hours rush on, for once when I'd love to wait;
Now that I'm held in your shining image,
Lost to time, I wouldn't care if I was late.
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