the glimmer
of a glint
of a shimmer
of a hope
began when first
i saw the picture
of your grin
and grew when
first we met
and it was better
than i thought i'd get
and when you kissed me
the maybe became now
insatiable need
for the moment slaked
for i'd forgotten how
the sheer act of possibilty
can wipe away despair
romantics are never hopeless
if even the slightest,
slimmest, smallest chance
of love is in the air
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