In thought;
The moment spirits reconcile,
Beneath young Cupid's knowing smile,
Shared the same by rank and file,
Up unto the final mile.
In word;
A moment written sweetly fed,
By a poet's feeling spread,
Fresher than one's daily bread,
As often loved as it is read.
In deed;
A moment of sweet smarting bliss,
The setting sun no take on this,
As a dream once real is,
Held, within her parting kiss.
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