Unseen stars
smile through the bluest skies,
The sun shinning brightly
to keep them away,
Time is a constant,
yet operates inconsistently
is whimsical however
uninspired,
All these pieces,
in their perpetual motion
or infinite stillness,
compete for you.
At your desk,
guarded from all,
save the draining sand,
I type to you
over distances
uncrossable
though surmountable,
in a contest for your attention
in a battle for your smile
in a war for your kiss,
Invisible to the stars
outshone by the sun
outmaneuvered by time
but,
and keep this very secret,
I like to think
I've won.
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