When your eyes meet
And souls speak,
A spark alights
That takes you to heights
You’ve never seen,
Nor had the courage to dream.
A flutter of the soul
You must never let go
But the dance is short
And the moment brief
You cannot court
There’s no relief
So brief the song.
So poor the plan.
For she belongs
To another man.
Musings of the Mad 
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