Magnetic Fire

For a Love that might yet be:

you had me from the beginning.

There sometimes isn’t much to say,

But always much to feel;

When two lone figures come to play,

The heat is surely real.


 Yet first the heat begins at glance,

A magnet there revealed;

So all begin to poke at chance,

Lest feelings be concealed.


Soon the sparks begin to shine,

Growing warmly under heel;

While chasing after all the signs,

To make a wholesome deal.

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