Willow? 3/3/93
Just a few moments,
A certain look,
And I knew...
And I think you knew...
I was there.
It wasn't a long time,
Your hand in my hair,
Your hand in mine...
But it was precious,
And will be cherished.
Perhaps each time,
A little longer alone I will stand,
A moment longer in your arms alone...
Nothing but our love to sustain me.
Meet me there halfway.
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