A moment of Passion not forgotten

Glossy brown eyes and a smile
that might warm the coldest
halls and hearts alike,

She fell into my world.

The impression left on a soul
so incomplete now, it's as if
the favorite chair has been
left empty for years
yet it still bears the mark
of it's loving owner,

She landed in my embrace.

Her intelligence set afire
my lustful need for more...
I n f o r m a t i o n,
and she gave willingly
her secrets into the diary
of my mind,

She whispered softly in my ear.

With a nuzzle she brought down
my seemingly wrought iron barriers,
tore them away like ribbons
from a gift box,

She reached for my chest and touched my heart.

Oh the butterflies I felt,
the elation punctuated by a kiss,
the saftey of fluttering eye lashes,
the serenity of soft skin on my rough hands,
the eternity held in a gaze.

She left me like the favorite chair,

unchanged over time and missing
the feeling of it's other completing half...

She left me to wither.

A heart beats on a windless eve,
strong and loud in the wild winter air,
though it's other half is held
far to the west in a barren land,

The search continues...

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