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STOLEN MOMENTS
Now and then her thoughts go fleeting back
To when they met, 'twas on a summer day;
Her life before that day indeed did lack
So much...they'd talk the lonely times away.
Cherishing each precious time they spent
Together, sharing was their only thought,
Until the time her love, on impulse sent
A
card: a "song of love", from her "Berchet".
'Twas then they knew how deeply they'd become
Involved... no turning back, how well they knew,
As time went on his heart became her home,
As hers did his...they both in passion grew.
And now the bond between them must withstand
The pain that 'stolen moments' do command.
~Twilah-2002~
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