With each passing grace
with each passing day
with every meeting we share
moments counted
cherished and reserved
in the hearts deepest affections
a love growing unanswered
a desired friendship
becoming special
alive with a magic
the one is the one to be
and our hearts
destined to dance
to the sweetest melody
of which plays
every time we meet
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Our hearts destined to dance to the sweetest melody.... captivating expression! Elegantly structured.5 stars