She was on her own, at least for me that is how I saw her. In the midst of that company, who swirled around like moths to a light, full of show and puerile trite.
My mind was pure, sacred and true. Love was there. It was in full view. I never spoke. I never dared in case she mocked and made a joke.
I stood for a while simply gazing on, not averting my gaze in case she was gone. My heart in my hand was heavy to hold, I must seize the moment before it grew cold.
We danced the night but never spoke the words that would ignite lovers playing at being one, but that was to wait for a chance before it had begun.
But chances come, and chances go. One must take them as they flow, past in a rush never to slow. Never to stop at a touch so close it could crush your very soul, your very being, your very sight, your very seeing.
Say the name of love before love is fleeing.
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