There was this moment
how to me so much it means
except for her naught
remember we spent
each year on rides at the fair
well, to spill the beans
at one fair, we sought
salvation just holding hands
trust in fate, we dare
haunt the grounds, your face
if to remember one kiss
such a life of grace
maybe words, this bliss
only tremblors shift the sands
maybe to you, zilch
even boys can dream
not just green-eyed girls who beam
trick smiles, hearts they filch
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