Your hand touches mine,
An accident,
And your electricity surges into me.
You say something ordinary
And look into my eyes,
Explaining,
And I am entranced,
Barely listening.
You laugh and smile
And do a hundred different things
You do every day,
All day long,
Without thinking.
But when I am with you,
Everything you do is illuminated,
Inspiring,
Divine.
O the magnificent illusion of love.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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