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Late one evening not long ago
A vision appeared from out of the darkness
A vision of charm and gallantry
enticing inviting me to dream
Luring me to think thoughts long forgotten
The allure of mystery and intrigue was overpowering
Unable to quiet or cease the utterances of my heart
Giving in to my yearning affections
I dared to reach out and grasp hold of the illusion

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Perhaps I clasped too firmly or too soon
Or conceivably my touch was unsought
Discovering I may have found myself holding tightly
Unconsciously choking life from the very thing I craved
The power of will enabled me to open my hand
Slow and agonizingly my fingers were allowed to unfold
As they did the elusive phantasm slipped through them
Standing there forever in my sight yet out of reach

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With each new day that passes
My heart aches increasingly to hold on once more
Reaching out tenderly and cautiously
To the seemingly intangible apparition
Which consumes my every thought and desire
With each passing night my revisited emptiness grows
Unbearably it resides again within my deepest part
In final effort for relief I am continually compelled
Daring to reach out and grasp hold of illusion