Sit back,
close your eyes,
imagine,
a different time,
one of love,
one of harmony,
where only,
the kisses of the minute,
matter the most,
nothing less,
then a tender touch,
a sweet caress,
upon a time,
when lovers,
meeting nervous,
hungry eyes,
no disguise,
only a moment,
spent,
in another time,
of a lovely rhyme.
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