Knocking on the door
With gentle steps
Across the floor
A risk perhaps
What were the odds?
But it was there
A flickering light
Beneath the eyes
Not quite sure
Of the what and the why
But no regrets
No looking back
It's constant
At least for now
Hope
That it might last
Afraid it might not
This moment
That rests in my heart
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