To The Lady on the Train,
I do not know what words to use that could ever describe your beauty. How could lines of ink on a page ever come close to showing how the lines of you change the beat of my heart?
How could the pressing of keys on a keyboard ever convey the press of your gaze and how one is filled and emptied at the same time.
There is no photograph even that can match the light that you shine.
Though I lack the tools and the ways and means, I will try to find a way to show you just how amazing you are.
The Man in the Station
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