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It was a glance, a dream of waste,
a moment of night kisses,
a fantasy of roses and feeling,
we had our meeting today.
Under the starry cloak of the moon,
the shadows danced, the breeze was a cradle,
and in every whisper, time stopped,
hearts beat, a love that knotted.
Your eyes shone like distant beacons,
reflecting secrets, worlds so human,
and in the subtle touch of our trembling hands,
I discovered on your skin the warmth of an embrace.
It was a fleeting encounter, but eternal in memory,
a spark lit, a sweet euphoria,
a meeting of souls, of glances and laughter,
a dream woven with threads of breezes.