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Two eyes, across a crowded room
A spark electric in the gloom
A fleeting glimpse of one that you could Truly feel free
For one long beat the contact held
A time in which you are enspelled
A time in which two souls could meld
If only this could be
There comes a smile to match those eyes
A gentle voice invites your sighs
A voice as soft as butterflys that brush you tenderly
A voice that flows like molten gold and warms the sences in its folds
and gives your heart the hope to hold
If only this could be