A gentle glance, a soft hello,
In innocent love, the purest glow.
No hidden games, no whispered lies,
Just open hearts and brightened skies.
The world seems simpler in its gaze,
A tender warmth in fleeting days.
No grand design, no need to prove,
Just simple joy in how we move.
Unspoken truths, a hand to hold,
Innocence more precious than gold.
Each moment shared, a gift so sweet,
Where hearts and laughter always meet.
Innocent love, so free, so kind,
A treasure rare, a gift we find.
No need for words, no grand display,
Just love that shines in every way.
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It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
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This was so lovely! Fantastic poem!