Yours are the eyes that may not see.
You may not touch.
There are years between what could be,
We are already a memory of each other.
Let me be a secret smile on your lips.
A sleepless night of dreams.
Flash me a look that says what cannot be said;
A silent stolen kiss across the time.
Sit and carve a space in your imagination.
A place where we can love.
A place free.
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