Upon my shoulder his hand he did lay,
For just one moment, perfection today.
Less than a second, eternity still,
Night’s spent long dreaming for this very thrill.
We pass in a hallway, through me he looks
Perhaps perfection, on my part mistook.
I chastise myself, confidence shaken,
Forget about love, yet unawakened.
I cannot ignore, this hopeless romance,
I feel eyes burning with every glance.
Lingering longer, he stands by my side,
An exorbitant joy I cannot hide.
Then on my shoulder his hand he did lay,
He asks to join, as I go on my way.
DS Coremans 
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