I was surly half-awaking from an
unsuccessful nap
On the passport on the briefcase on the
suitcase in my lap.
At the sight of you I thought I had ten
years of youth regained,
Though I now fear that is your age, and
my own remains the same.
Though it's true that I've met other
girls as beautiful as you,
I've never met one who looked exactly
like you do.
In my experiences with beauty, you're
novel, if not a first,
Which makes this language barrier seem
taller, and the worse.
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