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Having a simple thought ,
holding it deep inside,
never but a thought,
alone for me to hide.

Could she, or could she not love,
the thought was not of this.
The thought was much more simple.
What would it be like, her kiss?

Would her eyes be closed, so light,
as though in sleeping be?
Or would she hold them open,
and have a smile for me?

Could it hold a beating heart still,
forever lost in dream?
Or could it make the soul take flight,
or give life a new enchanting theme?

What are they, two quivering lips,
unassured in their own feel?
Or could they hold a timeless magic,
instantly, and forever real?