“ through our past moments “
The French have a saying that describes a feeling…
That one in which you are left knowing you have had before…
She and I, well we encouraged them to finally use it in print…
You see when our paths cross…
We relive, in a moment the love we have known…
Long before man began to carve words into clay tablets…
We both loved the ink and quill…
Our letters flowed with romance and desires we did not speak of…
As we lived for those moments when our words came alive…
“ time after time “
How I envied the person who wrote and sang those words…
They describe perfectly the endless passions we have known…
Suddenly that feeling will come over us…
We sense each other’s presence…
As if all of eternity has stopped, and is about to be reborn…
Our lives at times have been so cruel…
As she is young and I am not…
This time our passion must be relived through our past moments…
A Poet's Haven 
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