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glimpses,
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a
n
d
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images
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a
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d
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glimpses,
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a
n
d
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images
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a
n
d
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glimpses,
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o
f
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you . . .
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The
.
candle
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o
f
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my
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soul . . .
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~ the
candle
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o
f
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my
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hope . . .
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burns
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f
o
r
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you . . .
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every
day,
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a
n
d
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every
night . . .
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~ even
as
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weeks
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a
n
d
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months
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g
o
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by . . .
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–
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because
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I
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know
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t
h
a
t
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even
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i
f
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distance,
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m
u
s
t
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walk
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t
h
e
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miles,
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you
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w
i
l
l
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someday
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arrive
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w
i
t
h
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that
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tender
smile . . .
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~ with
that
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tender
smile
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t
h
a
t
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erases
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all
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t
h
e
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time
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gone
by . . .
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~ all
the
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t
i
m
e
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gone
by . . .
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You
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w
i
l
l
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arrive
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with
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t
h
a
t
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blissful
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wine,
–
–
which
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pours
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i
t
s
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joy
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a
n
d
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delight,
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i
n
t
o
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the
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yearning
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heart
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o
f
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mine . . .
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~ into
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t
h
e
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yearning
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heart
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o
f
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mine . . .
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You
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w
i
l
l
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arrive,
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w
i
t
h
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those
.
eyes . . .
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~ with
those
.
eyes
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t
h
a
t
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charm
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a
n
d
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warm
.
me
.
a
l
l
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the
while . . .
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~ all
the
.
while,
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.
that
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y
o
u
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are
.
mine . . .
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–
–
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.
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~ all
the
.
while,
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.
that
.
y
o
u
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are
.
mine . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
next
time . . .
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Next
time,
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I
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w
i
l
l
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waltz
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with
.
t
h
e
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drifting
tide . . .
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Next
time,
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I
.
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w
i
l
l
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never
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s
a
y
.
good-bye . . .
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.
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~ I
will
.
never
.
s
a
y
.
goodbye . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
next
time.
Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in September of 2002 in reflection of a brief, but powerful romantic experience I had back then. I probably should have done more to try to keep it going – because even though you might believe the opportunity will come around again, many times it doesn’t. So, you have to make the most of it the first time it happens. I’ve had several experiences like this in my life as I’m sure many others have.