To love across a crowded room
At first sight, to know.
To witness the love of poets.
To hope and dream as two,
And the meaningless of time.
To understand the love of poets.
To hold. The closeness of silences.
The meeting of minds.
To know the love of poets.
To heartbeat in time to another.
The touching of souls.
To live the love of poets.
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