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| I saw the moon, a perfect yellow cresent. And I knew, if you saw it too, You would see the beauty that was present. It was true, I was thinking of you. The qualities you posess are intriguing. I am captivated by your charms. My troubles have no meaning. When you hold me in your arms. I have no ties to your time, I found. I grasp each minute as a day. To love you when the time is there, A fantasy that you'll stay. P.C.Aiken 1991 |
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| This poem is an original and not to be duplicated in any form. |
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