Seeing his face,
hearing him sing,
The voice of an angel,
the face of a God.
The perfect sound that comes from his mouth,
the sound of a muse,
my muse alone.
The object of my affection,
my desire left untouched.
Unreachable from my distance,
too close to feel,
too soon of a disappointment.
Too perfect to be unnoticed,
too beautiful to be known.
For he is my secret obsession,
mine and mine alone.
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