The few moments of Love

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Sitting. Watching. Waiting
He was opposite me
Every few seconds his eyes glazed past mine
Seeing the pain in my eyes
And the hurt in his
I turned my head
I knew this was life
It was reality
Every second was either one of hurt or love
Seconds of love were fewer
Moments of hurt were mostly all I knew
But still every time our eyes met
I knew that everyone feels pain
But my eyes meeting his was one of the few
The few moments of Love

This poem was written/submitted by Allie.