My muse, my love, a distance
A muse like no other
Unable to be reached,
A distance between us
And a connection never broken
To see and only hear
I feel only in imagination
A silver haired god
Skin of porcelain and gold
Eyes as bright as a sun
But as blue as the sea
A distance between
But a care and admiration that stretches across.
To never touch but only see and hear.
As a true god would be.
You may never feel but you can always hear and speak to.
My porcelain prince
With his head held high
Never knowing his true beauty
For only I can see him the way I do
If only the mirror could reflect to him what i see too.
My muse is mine in heart
But not in arms.
Though i shall not give hope away.
I will one day be able to see my porcelain prince in the shine of day.
To, my porcelain prince.
I see you and you know i care
One day the distance will break and a screen will not be between me and you.
I will draw you from close instead of a distance
And will write to you, not letters to send.
But notes to hand over from across the room.
Written by Matthias_Crossed
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