8. The Remembrance of Love

Falling

September 2000

I remember in vivid color the hour in which our lives collided on the plane of mutual understanding.
Understanding of the purest need to be nearer to each other on every level,
The yearning for a closeness that could no longer be denied.

I often recall that very hour fondly, the words of love finally spoken aloud.
The kiss that would mark the beginning of a love that would not soon be quenched.
That sacred hour is suspended forever in time,
To be touched only when the memory is quietly called upon.

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