Young thing,
there's a look in your eye.
Your words penetrate me
for the first time in years.
Something about your demeanor,
teases my soul.
I want to stare all day long,
but I'm reduced to a few glimpses.
It must be the optimism you embody,
pulling me in like a tractor beam.
This cold soul,
has a heart beat again.
For this I'm eternally grateful.
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