At times, a glance is all it takes,
No long term commitment,
To make that infatuation phase
Go faster'¦
Just a look to provoke the
Beginning of a smile-
While the yearning and hunger are sated.

Walking down the hallway,
A mere look in that direction
Is a feast for the eyes;
A holiday everyday
And like magical vittles.

It becomes the desired truth,
That too much of a good thing
Becomes good to the most infinite of degrees-
Not stifled by oaths-
No words needing to be shared.

And it comes as amazement,
That one-
That I
Can subsist on so little'¦

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