Desire

desire

Desire

Waiting for the moment they would meet again.

More than lovers they were the best of friends.

Past time spent together, etched in their minds.

A match of perfection, they were two of a kind.

Others not understanding the depths of their love.

Something they could never know or conceive of.


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