A twinkle in a kind souls eye,
Lights smile with a single try.
Sheepish grin, unsure of speach,
A brush of hand, while just in reach.
Kept closely there, with careful touch,
A balance held, it wont take much.
A careful step atop new soil,
The tender shoots so easily spoil.
A world of possibility,
To much to know, far more to see.
The fog of self tore twixt ones soul,
Two halfs of self can't fashion wholes.
An fine occurance, rightly so,
A feeling thus should rarely show.
A power meet for selfsames worth?
Yet sans its tearing, stagnant dearth.