Steal away moments
Specs of thyme
Never to reappear
Til late...
Into the night
Then again
Disappeared
Longings on hold
Behold!
Held in tears
In wait's......
Long...suffering
Cheers to sage!
Stolen moments
Tucked abreast
Within moments
Suspending aires
Until love comes forth
Desiring spontaneity
Be with me...in boldness
Unless we're just
Buying thyme
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