I reached out my hand to touch you, but it was all wishful thinking.<\/p>\n
A dream, or a twist of my imagination.<\/p>\n
Your smile and warm, soulful eyes beaconed me.<\/p>\n
I yearned to hold you, never letting go.<\/p>\n
When you were within my grasp, you slipped away.<\/p>\n
All I had left in my empty hands were mere wisps of smoke.<\/p>\n
Elusive, fleeting, billowing away.<\/p>\n
We met, and my heart was so full of my love for you.<\/p>\n
Yes, we met, well almost met to be precise.<\/p>\n
You were within my reach.<\/p>\n
Within the warm embrace of my yearning arms and full breast.<\/p>\n
Our meeting was not to be.<\/p>\n
With barely a suckle, scarcely an embrace, it was time to part.<\/p>\n
We said goodbye before we declared our love for each other.<\/p>\n
I saw your love for me, and you felt my love for you.<\/p>\n
In that moment in time.<\/p>\n
Suspended between the beginning that never was and the end that was.<\/p>\n
In that fragile, yet precious instant in time, I knew you and loved you, my dear baby.<\/p>\n
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I reached out my hand to touch you, but it was all wishful thinking. A dream, or a twist of my imagination. Your smile and warm, soulful eyes beaconed me. I yearned to hold you, never letting go. When you were within my grasp, you slipped away. All I had left in my empty hands … <\/p>\n