Can I be close to you,
rank forgotten within the warmth
of your smile, the bright greenery of your eyes,
the delicate tenderness of every stolen moment
when the world falls to the wayside?
Can I tuck your apple red hair back,
reach tenderly for you,
and move closer,
everything that might pull us apart,
forgotten by just being near you?
Can I hold your hand,
as if the world suddenly grows mute,
and I, a prince,
can be with the Court Herbalist
that surprised my heart with a smile
and melted what used to hold my future back?
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