Poem: Mask {healing hurts}

Poem: A story of first meet {Dasa}

We met by chance, on a summer day,

As the sun shone bright, and the winds did play. A smile was shared, and a laugh was heard, And at that moment, our hearts both stirred. With a smile and a nod, we started to walk, And as we talked, a bond started to mark, Our hands reached out, and together they clasped, And in that hold, a love was grasped. As the night fell, and the stars came out, We found ourselves lost in a moment so sweet, Our lips met, in a kiss so warm and true, And at that moment, our love grew. From that first meet to that first kiss, Our love has only grown and flourished, With each day, we hold hands, and our bond grows, And in our hearts, our love forever glows.


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