Desire is love's little game,
For Cupid's arrow has hit it's mark,
The centre of a heart,
For in vision and dreams that face appears,
With invisible faces whispering that name in
one's ear,
No one knows what the future brings,
But a soul can wish and watch for signs,
For on a path one must take that could lead us to that
time an place.....
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