My Unicorn

Do you see my unicorn?
She is pure white, her mane shining in the moonlight.
Her fur is soft, like a chick's downy fluff.
Within her sweet eyes, is where something lies.
Her horn sparkles against the stars, spotting futures from afar.

Can you see my unicorn?
She is galloping across the beach, far from your reach.
Her hooves imprint tracks in the sand, which look nothing like your own hand.
She stops now, turning to take a bow.
Afterwards she rears up high, like she has the wings to fly.

Did you see my unicorn?
She just went into the forest, to show you her fortress.
Here she has a world to herself, which is paradise in and of itself.
You should know she is quite proud, of what is normally kept in shroud.
I see she likes you as a visitor, because of your eyes in particular.

Do you see my unicorn?
She is front in front of you, her eyes glistening blue.
Her neigh is angelic, something you should relish.
Within her sweet eyes, is where something lies.
You only know she exists, because I allowed it.



Author here. Critique is greatly appreciated. I wonder if anyone can guess the meaning this poem has to me. I'd be interested in what follows. ;D

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