September 18, 2005

A Living Dream

You walk into a room and everyone feels your presence. A bright and shining light flashes before them and catches their attention. The crowd hushes and becomes quiet at the first glimpse of you. They hold their breath and long to hear you speak so they know you are not a figment of their imagination. They quietly pinch themselves to make sure they are not dreaming.

The men vainly daydream of being with you and part of your life. The women grow green with envy, as they can never hope to be half as beautiful as you. Everyone wanting to possess whatever it is that you have that makes you so overtly attractive. A magnetic presence, which draws others to you everywhere you go.

Words slip past your lips and beckon those around you to come closer. You draw them in with a personality that creates friendliness and warm feelings in all those you meet. They love being in your presence and long for it when they are without.

The room becomes darker when you leave and grows colder in your absence. You continue to encircle the minds of the men in the room. None have ever seen something so beautiful and cannot until you grace them with your presence again. Not even imagination could prove itself a suitable substitute for someone as beautiful as you.

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