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| The night we met, his eyes caught mine, HIs smile, like the sun, did shine. That night a connection was made, And with the mistake, the ultimate price would be paid. A friendship so important, A bond so real and true, That night a seed was planted, How deep those feelings grew. He said he felt the same way as I, If only the situation would allow, The longing for him, my heart would cry, Till one fateful night we let our defenses bow. How sweet his touch felt, Feeling his body pressed against mine. Our bodies, into one, did melt, My lips pressed on his tasted like wine. Through one night, one action, so much passion did flow, The connection between us could not be dismissed. If only before hand did I know, That through one single action, so much could be risked. I miss him so much, Since that night that we gave, I long for his sweet touch, But my heart I must save. Everyday I think of him, But this too my heart will weather, The feelings for him soon will dim, The weight of his words, like a feather. The thought of him with her, The ideas too uch to bare. My feelings for him must be no more, No longer may I care. I pray his life is happy and full, Maybe in life, there really is fate, And all this pain won't be for null, But until that day, my heart must wait. NOTICE: All works expressed herein are the sole property of Melinda Bush. Any pieces removed from this site must be with the expressed permission of the author. |
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