Her smiling eyes and spunky wiles reshape
my loneliness, the worst I've ever known. 
My forward, scattered, reckless mind is thrilled 
with thoughts once deemed elusive, left to dreams. 
My gaze, I'm taken in, I am fulfilled! 
(feel like a bratty boy with furtive schemes). 
But still a voice of reason whispers, "Why 
would one so grand have smiling eyes for me?" 
My cage is rusted from the tears I cry; 
I've never been the one to win, you see? 
                                            The moan of weeping metal gives her pause. 
                              I am unworthy ... I hear no applause. 

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