Miles and miles away,
She goes on and about,
Naive of the world beyond-
Exotic and a beauty to behold,
Coveted by many,
For it's resemblance to paradise;
Even when experienced in tiny,
It's still a reason to rejoice,
Yet she's blind,
Comatose and unaware,
Of the lurking joy,
Just for her taking-
Enormous and inconceivable,
Sweeping one off their feet.
A force equally great,
To overpower a sturdy castle,
Deserved by the kind hearted,
For it's sheer magnitude-
The heart it's true abode;
Yet an elusive emotion,
To the few if not many.
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