Together once again, we meet in our secret
place.
We hold and share our lives, as we caress in
sweet charisma of the hearts.
Being without you, is like an eternity apart.
To dream of when we meet, is a heavenly
blessing.
To think of holding hands, and being one,
someday.
Glorified by your sweet love, your sweet touch,
your silent glances that melt my heart.
Our souls unite and meet with sweet charisma
of the hearts.
Written By:
Donna Le
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