The beauty of possibility
Excitement rushing through my veins,
A message, a note with hidden charm,
A steady beat my heart plays,
As the time ticks by, minute after minute,
I sit here, waiting for a glance,
Wishing over a star for his thoughts,
Hoping to talk like pieces of a lost soul,
Finally finding each other,
In a sacred, shared space,
Wondering the words he wrote is him,
Wondering if his eyes shine as his lines seem,
A little curious, a lot uncertain,
A beautiful set of unanswered questions,
Hoping to unfold eventually,
As a friend once found through the writing,
A friend, hoping to talk and talk,
About the moon, the land, the sky and stars,
About love, wisdom, a keen interest,
Hoping to dwell in a deeper quest,
The beauty of possibility might never end,
But the uncertainty shall ....eventually...
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