There is truth in your eyes.
I see it glinting gold and amber,
drawing me in.
But I can’t look for too long …
Can you feel the spark?
That indefinable something which makes me want to stay, to talk?
I don’t think about tomorrow,
The wonder of whether anything will happen
is pushed away.
The right one will come to me
and lay himself bare.
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