I know that when I looked at you,
a new interpretation of purpose popped into mind.
I suppose it was the color of your hair,
the manner by which you tilted your head,
how the afternoon sun might light up your eyes.
I wondered about our lives,
where we are,
how soon we can come to realize,
everyone crosses paths with that notion of
satisfying their own definition of ambience.
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Listen to the beat as we travel together,
sweep across the tiles,
our feet in unison, our bodies melting
to the rhythm of a Latino cadence,
such that gives our soul the freedom to fly.
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A novelty is the delight when found in sync
we desire the same,
recognize the brilliance of admiration,
knowing ours is one we share,
contains the many years of hope and desire,
that compassion that the first time I saw you,
the sunlight suggested I do love you.
What Crosses My Mind 
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