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Your hand
As so inclined
Am I to show that love refined
Itself to friendship

Yet in that lowly
Friendly act
There still remains the simple fact
As lips touch skin

Respectful blessing
Is released
And worried brow becomes uncreased
For lips they linger..

Just a while..
To transfer more than just a smile
They wish to walk the extra mile
From wrist 

To forearm
Where friends desist
And love walks slowly from the mist
And yet..

This happens
In the mind
Forgive the drift from 'love refined'..
As thought constrained 

And locked away
In hopeful future such love remains
A warmth, cold daytime life detains
In daydreams

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