I may be only one of many,
But you only one of few.
Like many coins scattered,
The one shining through to me is you.
Although it's tainted and tattered,
I still find myself reaching out.
To grab hold of what you offer me,
Something I can't seem to live without.
The feeling of this closeness,
A deep unrelenting desire.
Hoping that I'll stand apart,
Leaving an impression that you can admire.