I saw you standing alone, in the door,
yet I did naught but stare with awe.
Eyes glistened like water as they met those of mine,
hair like the morning sun, how brightly it shines.
A screaming man, stood in the square,
waving documents of hands eternal.
Yet his scream, not that of despair,
a celebration of this forbidden journal.
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