A handful of chocolate gold coins
Shared between two best friends
Sitting on the floor
Swapping stories of their secret crushes.
A whirlwind of ideas
Swirling, spinning, dancing
To the well tuned orchestra
That is your mind.
A love shared
In secret doorways or the plazas of Spain
Where sparks fly from eye to eye
Igniting the air with raw passion.
A firm hug
That aims, not to rid you of sorrow
But at least soak up your tears
Until you've no more.
A chocolate gold coin split in two
Because someone dropped their last on the floor
And you would rather share what you have
Than lose a precious future.
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