Our first, first kiss, first hug, heartbeat, quick breath
intake of air propelling us beyond
the now. We cling to warmth, to us, out of our depth
afraid of letting our hearts grow much too fond.
Some say - they say - these moments, the first are best
the ones where there's faith, no fear, a chance
of butterflies and dreams. We stay here lest
our feeble dreams stumble and spoil our dance.
To truly love, we must push on, heartbreak
is not assured. To take a leap, we must -
we gulp but move beyond the fear and throw
it up for truth. The truth is that we fake
our confidence. We must instead give up
and throw it all away in hope for better luck.
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