You couldn't have known better than to
ask a poet
What he sees when he looks at you.
You should have, but you couldn't.
Even from back here in the present
I can see that you're the kind of
beautiful
That will attract a long line of people
Who will never even notice your
kindness, your brilliance,
The joy that shares the atmosphere with
you,
and I want to find a way to warn you
Without telling you,
Because knowing ahead of time
Just drops the heart an extra story
and ends in the same place.
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