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This is a ghazal I had to write for a class.

He let the thought of perfect words get in the way.
Who would have thought they could end this way.

He thumbed the string between his fingers.
If he could fix the moment, he'd find a way.

His chest was exploding as he drove her home.
With her arms crossed, she told him which way.

As he gained his bearings and breath, he smirked.
Finally, he could find his way.

Pulling up to her house, he pierce her veiling gaze.
Sighing he blurted "I cannot live this way."

Pulling her close, he smelled her hair.
He had never felt this way.

He made full contact with her mouth.
There was no better way.

Author's Note

still a work in progress...