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Holding hands, tenderly,
In a moment, of affection,
Feeling and searching,
For the flame, burning deep within,
Of a passionate soul.
Graced with memories,
Of yesteryears,
When we held,
Each other's, soft hands.
As we still hold them,
Now,
Hard and yet vibrant,
Hands, with their own moments,
To recall.
We look deep,
Into each other's eyes,
Before those brilliant stars, within,
Flicker dim.
Still you possess, that magic,
Since, we first met,
Being with you, so long,
My love for you, I'll never regret.
Your lips, still sweet and moist,
As gentle kisses,
You lovingly place,
On this aging, figure of a face.
By William Bonilla |
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