A passion scorches my insides.
This is the scorn of unrequited love.
He is someone I could never have but will always want .
My stubborn form, unlike his solid and tangible beauty, will not remain solid, will not submit to human anatomy.
An air bound sprite, I remain solid only for periods, then become particles in the wind over and over, never staying whole.
Incomplete.
He comes here every year never able to feel me watching or see me shifting.
With how much I change, he would never recognize me if seeing me again.
Dawning Creations 
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