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That Moment

There is a moment when you know,

Transcending hope and pure desire;

You feel the kindling of the fire,

So certain now how it will go.

 

No more ambiguous disguise,

But confidence and surety;

You see what her response will be,

It’s clearly shining from her eyes.

 

That instant fixed in memory,

The exultation thus enshrined,

Forever burned into your mind,

That moment of congruity.

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