One thought, one moment, to call my own,
a heart, once shattered, now carfully sown.
One time, one wish, to give my all,
a pain, so hurtfull, our love did fall.
One glimpse, one look, my heart was hers,
my mind, my soul, my love still burns.
One word, one sunset, or just one dawn,
one hour, one minute, one second it's gone.
One smile, one hope, is all I need,
one hug, one kiss, to set me free.
One glimpse, one memory, to feed my fire,
the wait, the suspence, my heart is tired.
One heart, one soul, that I call mine,
to share, my life, with someone divine.
One touch, one hand, our souls were one,
a song, to which, angels have sung.
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Keith A. Lynema