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Smitten

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It's not love,
at least not yet. 
It has neither the depth
nor patina of true love,
but its promise. 

Smitten: it is all giddiness,
nerves at edge
and uncertain
expectation. 

It is not the spark 
that ignites the fire,
but the instinct 
to strike the match.

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So very right, and so very niceley stated. I can see the patina in the reflection of this fire, and the smell from the leftover instinct. Nicely done

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Thanks. Haven't been writing so much lately, but managed to put this together. Appreciate your comments and remembrance.

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I love the final stanza.

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