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O God, I carry a single flame—
a wish that she might choose my name.
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and I’ll be hers for just an hour.
That fleeting hour, so brief, so small,
would be enough, would be my all.
(Sometimes we just need a moment, a moment that has already happened somewhere in our minds, that what if:
Perhaps everything is already planned, we still plan, but when does it ever go according to plan)
Let her call my name once more,
the way she did in days before.
