A moment is
nothing;
a glance is
everything!
Smiling, we
recognize each
other;
to think that you
love my company as I
love yours, that
the stranger I once
observed discreetly
across the room
is somehow here
with
me
is a strange miracle I
do not understand!
you seem to
digest my tedious words
ravenously as I do
yours
as if each one
would be the last
we ever
say!
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
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One Art, to recognize, must be,
Another Art to Praise.
- Emily Dickinson