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Stolen Moments


 As I watched you for endless of times
 While your mind wandered through
 Soft smiles curved your lips
 As your glances captured through
 No words spoken between
 Only souls whispered softly
 Embracing all silent moments
 Between you and me
 I caress your mind with love
 Making love, untouched
 Feeling the warmth of your body
 Kissing your lips within this muse

 Stolen moments are all we had
 With lingered memory of a our love
 Yet I close my eyes to that moment
 Only you and I will ever understand...
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