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I am intrigued by the silent
In their passive mystery
I am impressed by the voices
Of those who can sing

I fall quite blindly for grace
In every move a dancer makes
I swoon over words carefully thought
As a writer, a poet, an aimless romantic

My knees buckle at smiles
Those wholeheartedly given
I applaud the weak
Who choose to appear strong

I bow my head to the choice of change
Those who take pride in their self-reinvention
I am inspired by the thought-immersed
In their drawings, photos and opinions

My weakness lies in my desires
My weaknesses are the strengths of others
My Weakness is my fuel and my encouragement
My weaknesses are those I want to find in love