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Oct 2012
Your eyes are held onto mine.
Down on our laps, our fingers intertwine.
The sun is setting slowly,
I never want to let you go.

Gently you move your hand
slowly through my hair.
Leaning in closely,
you whisper in my ear.

The three words you say
are imprinted on my heart.
Your eyes smolder like fire
as a gentle kiss starts.

Hands still intertwined.
I hope you're forever mine.
Sarah
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Sarah
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