Stolen Moments

He swept into my life on wings of gold
enchanting me with stories born of old
giving love, then taking it away
now he's gone, but still the memories stay

that lighten my imagination
send me soaring as the inclination
to love again becomes desire
and I burn within the fire

of the dream begun in days of long ago
when love and touch were all we had to know
and we lived for stolen moments sweet
when love was life complete

? Michaelette ?

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