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Love in The Hands of Time


You thought it would be okay;
To slip and just walk away.
But little did you know that your heart will be longing for a touch,
From the one you so secretly and truly admire.

 I thought I could just stand there,
And wonder if he’d ever have the courage to tell;
But he never did yell,
Even when his eyes seemed to always stare!

It was a moment in passing that day,
As our hearts beckoned to each other;
Yet neither of us had the nerve,
Nor the courage to serve.

Now emotions are escalating,
Our tears run freely through the pillows at night;
Wondering what could have been,
If you and I had taken that bold step in time;
We would have been rocking each other’s world,
Totally blasted in the love that we so desperately feel.

And so it was never a moment in passing that day;
But an opportunity of a lifetime missed,
That only the hands of time if reversed, can ever revive!

Written by Ewoma

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