Your beauty I must imagine for it barely measures by spoken word;
I lose myself in your voice, soft, gentle, sweet as I imagine
My soul lost to the depth of your thoughts, as my mind to a quart of gin.
A world apart is hardly a distance, ‘tis said, but I know that ‘tis hardly true -
A world apart is a big distance when half a world keeps me from knowing you.
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