Limerence

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~Kevan Sheppard

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In the mirror of your eyes

I see a reflection not quite my own--

a silhouette of dreams and desires

etched in the glass of your expectations.

I am a sculptor, chiseling away at my flaws

hoping to reveal the masterpiece you envision.

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I am a tight-rope walker,

balancing on the wire of your approval.

Each step a careful dance,

each misstep a plunge into doubt.

The safety net of your love feels thin,

yet I tread hoping to reach the other side.

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You are the moon, 

and I, the tide,

pulled and shaped by your growing,

but as the night continues

I wonder if I am enough

or just a ripple in your vast dream.