Every kiss unmet or velvet
silence in a crowded room,
cooled her heart too cold, too fast,
and dulled her hopes too soon.
That silly girl with foolish dreams
could cut a tragic pose
when yearning for a soft embrace
that failed to be disclosed.
But her heart arced high, and leapt
to sudden flights of whim
so that one day she left the man
who never let her in.
Hands wrapped about her heart
she now plans her quiet goals
and drips with lines of poetry
that celebrate joined souls.
The arcs of pleasure that she felt
at her determined gait
move toward a gentle love
that always was her fate.
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