A glance is all it took.
There was something
different about her…

Our eyes meet
but she doesn’t speak;
yet I can tell
her eyes are caressing me.

Within the crowd
she is quickly lost.
I must find her again,
for her spark
dwells in my head.

And although
I could not touch her,
she knoweth not,
(but I know within my heart,)
I live for her.

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