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A passion, all consuming.
A fire, unquenchable.
A lust, insatiable.
A love, transforming.
We could have been
Lovers.
The kind of encounter that changes
Everything.
But I’m glad we did not,
I’m glad we were not,
Overtaken,
Overcome,
By passion,
By desire,
By lust.
I was never meant
For you,
Nor you
For me.
At least this way,
We have a pure moment.
A memory of joy,
Not tainted.
A smile,
Not besmirched.
I would rather carry
That memory,
Than regret.
Thank you,
For your smile.
Thank you,
For your kindness.
Thank you,
For that memory.
Thank you,
For that moment.
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About the Creator
A.Moriah
At heart, I am a nature loving, historically enthusiastic, artist and writer.
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