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HE FOUND HIS DULCINEA
“He saw her not as she was, but as his heart willed her to be—a vision of all he cherished and all he dreamed.”
He found his Dulcinea fair,
Her gentle grace beyond compare.
In her, he saw a world divine,
A truth that mirrored his own design.
But I have yet to find your gaze,
To walk with you through twilight’s haze.
He claimed his muse with heart alight,
Yet I am adrift in endless night.
Oh, may my smile one day reveal,
A love as pure, a dream as real.
May I, too, find a heart so true,
To weave my days in gold and blue.