yearn, for a minute of touch, a rare heart that cared
a contact of a jiffy, a lifetime shared;

a kiss, and time took its happy detour
a caress, with all gentleness i could pour;

but what if time took this all away
left me, the shriveled leaves of the autumn

what if love is far, fate holding its sway
at the altar of compromise, at my secret vault’s bottom;

will the sweetness still remain
will my embrace still be the same?

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