New Money

You are the possibility of something new:
Mint green money, freshly pressed.

Your smile beckons the horizon,
Your lips bring in the tide.

You are the idea I’ve been waiting for:
The stroke of genius I long for.

The lines on your face spell love,
The glint in your eyes breeds desire.

From afar I wonder,
At a distance I watch –

Putting together the What could be’s, the maybe’s, and the maybe not’s…

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