Hoping for the spark
Hold on to that first feeling
Sometimes hope is all we have.
It's all we trust in.
It's the filter we need to see.
Is it hope?
Or, perhaps something magical?
Life changing?
Something like love.
We,
The hopeless romantics of the world,
Are experts in hoping.
We hope with every breath we take,
This is our secret to living,
And, the only way to feel it:
Love at first sight.
I still remember my cherry-poppin' gaze
Goosebumps,
Forgetting how to speak,
Incapable of looking away,
The smile impossible to hold back,
But, most importantly,
The feeling something is about to start.
This time, for me, was my first
Yes, my first everything.
I was 22, and didn't know how to control it
Love, smiles, hand holding.
Trust, kisses, feeling complete.
Crying, hearts breaking, infidelity.
The End.
But it wasn't,
It was the start.
The warm-up.
Taught me how to love.
How to be strong.
How to see me
when two become one.
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