Her
She was at first a sight out of reach.
Before becoming an out of sight..Figment of a wide imagination.
She was a feeling without a clear thought
Before becoming a deep thought with an overwhelming, crystal clear feeling.
She was an un-discovered motive
And, like a polished red apple on a lonesome, naked tree..
She dominated.
The inevitable temptation was a spiralling reoccurrence.
She remained oblivious to her purpose..
Subconsciously aware of the heart that she had stolen.
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