ode to rissa

sometime 2016 or 17

taller than i am,
(though still growing,
you’ll remind me)
your hair was pink when i met you
even now, as it’s returned to its golden
i still see you through rose-tinted shades
and a rose by any other name
would smell just as sweet, i’m sure
but is there music in a name?
say it slowly:
is there magic in a name?
yes, you were mystical
silent siren, of the sea,
i'm still drowning in your song
and sea-green gaze
i loved you once,
saw something surreal,
unappreciated still,
have you seen for yourself?
let me reminisce sweetly:
i loved you twice,
adored you a thousand times.

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