Con Artist

A fleeting moment

Passed too quickly

Before I could learn your name.

 

Barely a smile

Few words

And a touch shared

Only between a slip of paper.

 

Infatuation? Likely.

Obsession? Perhaps.

The meaning unknown

Behind our fated meeting

Our chance encounter.

 

Appearance isn't everything

But you seem to have it all

A true sweetheart

With a face angels surely envy.

 

We know nothing of each other

Yet there is a connection;

Tell me you feel it, too.

 

Such little time passed

But I can't forget those precious moments

 

When you smiled at only me.

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