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Dreamy as i am, i prefer to avoid your presence. It is the only way to keep my feelings to healthy levels:
Because you still hold a hand that is not mine.
Because still other arms embrace you.
Because time will turn the wound a scar.
Therefore i force my thoughts to stay away from you. I forbid my tongue to tell you some truth. I lead my attention to other stuff. I try to understand the less of your words and read no hidden messages in them. I keep my sight up to the sky, perhaps to look for my fortune, perhaps to enjoy your memories…
And yet those efforts seem to be useless when by chance or by fate I come across to you. Your hair and body create the vision i remeber from time to time. The heir of a legacy, the true wielder of the noble house’s glorious past. There are times in which the blason, meant to represent a family, becomes a connection and when that happens, the quarters, the towers, the crown, they all look like the prettiest things i have ever seen.
As if a new dawn of the house was, I once believed you were the one. What an unfair duty! I ought claim you to be you and nothing else. If I had begun from there most of the misunderstandings would not exist now.
Now all I have to say is that I hope to listen the sweet notes of the flute, to watch the colours of the drawings and to have the luck of hugging you one day.
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