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Pale faces meet under the moon Colliding lips make a pink monsoon
Hearts beating slow barley keeping pace
When it’s all done he stares at her face.
Her dark browns meet his bright hazel eyes
Completely stunned, she’s mesmerized.
A captured moment A wrinkle in time
A minuet to remember An hour that’s prime.

Lying alone thinking of his face remembering every whisper and embrace.
Perplexed feelings circle through my mind because not one memory feels kind.
His skin might have been warm and tender was his touch but shortly after I feel crippled longing for a crutch.
What started as happiness ended in pain making me recall everything vain.