First impressions are so superficial,
for the way I have known you through the years.
Deliberation has never been this tardy,
as I had to know me to know you.
The hubris in my mind’s eye drew a hyperbole,
made me think you are just another obvious character.
Found a huge paucity of muse for my life,
for too many analogies reflected in men around me.
I could only make allusions to kings, knights and heroes
and squeezed catharsis out of these..
Though my jargon sounds bohemian,
it is an archetype of woman's intuition.
If it wasn’t for my canniness,
you would still be flying under the radar
If it wasn’t for my intuition’s growing inclination towards you
The references I made in my dreams would never come true
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