Stages
Timid and frigid fingers
Grasp for a sign of recognition
Like a choir full of singers
Its propelled by this suspicion
Calm and quiet in the sight of all
Almost lost in the folds of the pages
These emotions aren’t hard to recall
For love builds itself in stages
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