The Heart She Never Felt

I had a dream.
I thought I had her.
God, I wish I could have her.

The way I perceive her is beyond my will…
Her image never fails to weaken my heart.
I truly wish—I pray—
For an alternate dimension of reality
In which we could make it work.

Some distant world where we could be one.
But I’m trapped within the dimensions of my dreams after all—
Projections of my deepest desires.
My mind is my master in this realm.

And yet,
I can’t seem to shake this feeling—
Her presence within my soul.
Her face, her body, her eyes...

Here, in my dream, she was too close.
I could’ve touched her. Talked to her.
I would have told her
How much she meant to my heart.

She has bewitched me by her mere existence.
When she locks her eyes with mine—
I am hers.

But she will never be mine.

— Paradox

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