From Italy
Category | Women
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Synopsis: A woman catches the attention of the writer, but he's not her type. However, sometimes opposites attract.
Saw you on campus; word has it you're from Italy
I didn't seem your type, or at least I thought, initially
Something about your aura came off as vibrant
But it was best for me to observe and stay silent
Eventually, I approached; call me a possibilitarian
It's already written, anyway; we call that a predestinitarian
You respected the fact that I treated you with dignity
And I gravitated toward you and your femininity
Playing with your hair was a sign that's tell-tale
Curiosity grew to see what our adventure would entail
You took care of me one weekend when I was unwell
That type of thing kept our relationship upheld
We occupied an odd space, but we did well there
Really, our only concern was the state of our welfare
It saddened me to learn you couldn't stay adjacent
But you showed me what happens when one stays patient
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