My heart has never broken
The way it did when you first looked -
I mean really looked - at me.
That look of pure innocence,
Of slight recognition
Of beginning trust…
But most of all,
Of focused concentration.
Your gaze shifted back and forth so often,
Working your poor brain
Beyond it’s capacity -
For if no one in the world,
Not even the wisest man or woman,
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