Is this only in my mind,a vision,a hope,a find,
A hand to reach,a voice of speech,a text upon my screen,
That picture showing loveliness,it greets me,"how you been",
Your caring soul,an age,not old,a heart as good as pure,
With thoughts and kindnesses for me,of feelings,getting sure,
Butterflies,that raid my chest,when niceties I read,
Alarm bells now are quieting,their warns no more I heed,
Counting am I now of days,untill that we are,no more,
Afraid to hold emotions back,we've opened up the door.
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