Tell me,
If you could,
What it means when you smile:
To share a joy that softly brings to life
Confusing thoughts: a wish? a hope? a dream?

Tell me,
If you could,
What it means when I blush:
My Cheshire grin compelling my bashful
Face to turn; my eyes still lost in dreams.

Tell me,
If you could,
What it means when you laugh:
Vivacious airs emerging quick; which mock
And lightly pamper my foolish, foppish grin.

Tell me,
If you could,
What it means when I brush,
With tender strokes, the hair from out your eyes;
No need exists, yet nary do you withdraw.

Tell me,
If you could,
What it means when we hold
Two hands together, fingers tangled tight,
A union formed in what is only now.

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