Stolen Moments

A glance,

From across the room

A stance,

In a space of time

A chance,

I never assumed

A dance,

Would make her mine

Per chance,

We’d meet again

Per chance,

We’d drink red wine

Per chance,

I will assume

Stolen moments are this divine.

Cire

Author: ciresodysseys

I have no idea of what I'll write, when I'll write, though I will write. Consume with a grain of salt, please.

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