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Stolen
glimpses across a crowded room.
The single look which conveys
an entire book of meaning.
Single moments captured
in time's ocean,
where dolphins leap with joy,
sharing the innocence of true love.
Precious
embraces
which share feelings
beyond words.
The loving gaze
which creates a silence
of mutual adoration.
Stolen
moments in turbulence
of life’s emotion and sorrow.
The stolen joy and elation
of feelings that should not be,
feelings which are right in the greater truth of love;
felt and shared.
The shadow of guilt
which looms long,
unable to requite
love's true destiny.
Destiny's
path transcends life’s brief shadow,
true love breaks the shackles
of life’s constraints,
like tearing tissue paper
emerged in sorrow's unrequited tears.
The
stolen moments,
the glimpses which life cannot repress,
no words are needed,
none can express
the intense passion of love's
tender embrace.
The
glimpse of love,
true as an arrow,
unfettered by guilt or lies,
straight from the heart
its aim is sure.
Only taking a single moment
to transcend
time.
The
single glimpse,
the moment will survive forever
in the heart,
even as the memory fades,
the moment will survive
in the ocean of the soul
as a beacon of light,
in the storehouse
of treasured dreams.
The
soul's tremendous ocean
of thoughts and feelings
which lights the sky
of the mind's inner world,
its warmth and calm at the center
of the inner world,
protecting what matters most,
enabling
the world to happen
around it.
Stolen
moments,
glimpses
across a crowded room,
others see,
they think they know,
they detect
a glimpse,
they observe but a tear drop
in the ocean of secret love,
safe and warm
in a precious estuary
of calm
where dolphins swim
and minds transcend
to a place
where love belongs.
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