pristine

I love the word "pristine". You can use it to describe so many things.

Just wanted to get this sonnet down before school starts...
more to say later.

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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.
**

weave your magic spell as you always do
their eyes will be like stars
until
they know you
the real you
the charm is no longer charming
the mystery unsettling
and the one-sided relationship
begins again...