a spark

I find myself lost
in thoughts about you

seemingly so desperate
as our meeting's brand new

A voice so sweet
I want it to sing me a tune

A whisper so soft
I want to give my love to you

I think about hair
as it runs down your face

And the glasses that shape
the way your image stays 

Don't call me crazy
or even obsessed

I liked it when our souls met
and I want them to meet again

Maybe I've lost it
maybe I'm insane
but either way it goes
I hope that fate wins

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