In our passions longing want, we saw a vision,
we thought was love.
A commonly enchanted state;
essentially a
youthful trait.
Sightless
by refracted light,
from each to each
others eyes.
Beseeching pleasures
from desires.
Divinely inspired
must be love.
Telepathic naïveté,
a synergistic need.
Without distraction
pleasure granted.
In
proceeding years
we would
awake.
To learn.
What was thought,
never was...
Stephen S. Yeandle
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