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I wondered if I should feel ashamed
As my mind giddily grinned
But I sat sober in worship.
My thanks were not for Christ;
My thanks were not for her.
But I laughed silently. Secretly.
Not first out of deception,
But simply for glimpses.
I had fooled them into glances.
Glances of recognition.
Recognition that she was mine.
And I hers! for a moment.
A moment of selfish joy-
My pseudo-soul-companion.
So I laughed silently. Secretly.
First out of joy - then deception.
Now deception.