It

When you find it
You hold on to it
Like you would of your most-prized possession.

Cleaving on to it
Savouring every inch of it
Like you do to your own dear life.

It may pass
It may never last
But right now,
It’s yours at last.

Though it may leave
And as it does you weep
But etched in your heart
A mark permanent and sweet.

And you know,
Once in your life you had it.
And you hope,
Once again you will find it.

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