Eyes caught

 Perhaps

Perhaps that sideways glance, the just seen smile

that quickened my soul

was just a smile, and didn't mean a life promise

perhaps

Perhaps the truck of our fingers, unexpectedly, on the step of the glass

was just an accident, no need to blush, or look around to see if it was noticed

perhaps

Perhaps catching your eyes, and the glow I saw in them

was just the candle light reflecting innocently

perhaps

Perhaps my heart beat speeding up when seeing you

was just an oddity of the physical

perhaps

none of that is consequential, means anything

perhaps 

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