Antique

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Antique

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People would pass by its mystique,
or some may take a glance or peek,
but most would never come to seek,
a thing you call an odd antique.

You were one of those rarity;
bearing a charm a few can see.
A demeanor full of esprit
and a bright personality.

Yet you desperately try hard
to seek who can love you to shards.
So you reveal all your good cards
to know her more when not on guard.

One day you approach me, asking,
"Where exactly am I lacking?"
As you come tell me everything,
I find my heart badly aching.

Some times I wish it was simple
to find a romance so blissful,
but in these times, it's a gamble;
deception of the mistrustful.

Because most would come in disguise,
in hopes to only please the eyes.
This is rampant in modern times;
habits that changed what love defines.

People would come and always pick
the ones new, fun, and quick to click.
But in this crowd, you are antique,
and it is something quite unique.

So darling, don't forget to smile,
once this mess passes in a while.
Appreciate, in the meanwhile,
your traits as well as your profile.

And among those who will meet you,
Someone will perceive your value.
Someone who's into antiques too,
Someone who will cherish you true.

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Date written:
February 16, 2020 - February 17, 2020

Rewritten on: July 2, 2020 - July 5, 2020

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