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| Razzle dazzle snow scene, my life so white, so bare, so vast, and then your open door, my heart, whooshing towards your arms, racing much too fast, too free, as your eyes waltzed slowly over me, the cadence yours, the tempo mine, the music pour like vintage wine, the magic of our moment so rare, so good, so new, as breathlessly, i gazed at you. |
| First Meeting |
| Love poems By Danielle Steel |
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