There is truth in your eyes.

I see it glinting gold and amber,

  drawing me in.

But I can’t look for too long …

Daren’t.

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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