Impossibly invisible,
A rose quartz-colored heart,
Silently ever so evasive!
How many ways should I celebrate you?
I have meant to capture it a thousand times.
Your love grows cloudy with every beat,
Surrounding itself with smoked quartz.
Should I abandon my intentions all together?
If I open my hands and let it go,
Would it come back to me?
Would it grow deeper than a river?
The sound of you lull me to sleep.
Just like a full moon rising on the reflections of my heart,
With the stars all wrapped up around my soul,
How many heartbeats would it take for me to reach you?
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