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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448831" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Too Close and Beauty Hurts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To be in the face of Beauty-<br>and she was Beauty-<br>is intimidating; <br>there is the desire to<br>not be close<br>for being close intensifies the <br>sense of inadequacy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is a shock to be in the face of beauty<br>and there arises<br>at least for me<br>the desire to find just one flaw<br>to cling to.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I re-run that fleeting face<br>back through my mind<br>to find the way to sanity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don't have this view about Nature's beauty<br>which evidently I tolerate; <br>but personal beauty<br>is alive<br>inches from me everyday<br>which I face<br>at the elevator door, <br>which opens like<br>the doors of heaven<br>and there she is; <br>she and I<br>eye level to eye level<br>alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The awkward turn<br>to face the front; <br>arm-wrestling with the desire<br>to turn around to have another look; <br>the eyes themselves still resonate<br>with the image set<br>deep in the retina.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can hear her breathe; <br>we two alone; <br>the elevator rising</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel her there<br>at one point holding her breath<br>matching my withholding too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Finally my floor; <br>relieved<br>I flee<br>confused<br>again by too much Beauty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she<br>I am sure<br>faired no better; <br>the tension was electric.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sure she felt<br>I did not like her<br>nary ever a smile for her<br>stony silence<br>emanating from the back<br>of my neck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see her everyday<br>and nothing changes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is Beauty <br>and I am<br>intimidated.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We cannot be close.<br>or even friends.<br>It is that way I think<br>because<br>some people<br>churn my soul<br>especially the truly<br>beautiful ones.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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not be close
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sense of inadequacy.

It is a shock to be in the face of beauty
and there arises
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