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On the pitch and sway

of the Universe

When you walk into a room

On the secret, quiet thoughts

We steal with furtive looks

And the smile…

Your smile

Keeps me grounded to this plain

Keeps me trained on you

Keeps me innocently lost

And sets my heart to the sounds

of chaos

They don’t understand

They clutter the room with noise

Grind out senseless conversations

I pretend to listen

I am tuned to your walk,

your smile

The quiet brush of your hand

To mine as we cross paths

As we Cross destinies

On our way to other senseless conversations

Let’s defy them

With small smiles, with looks

And the knowledge

Of Our Secret