I miss the hours of darkness and touch where two become one andtime stands on its own willI miss the naiveté of my youth andthe learning curve of passionI miss them still The simplicity and the touch of one handon another the response of your flesh in a sound filled night Would I go back in time for one night give up today I just might Becoming totally lost inside of the passion of simply kissingI look at the clock today andremember the hoursgone missing'
But through it allas the years come and gothe one thing they cannot take awayis our treasure chest of memories
So true Gypsy.......:-}
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