How we met is not important,
for my heart knew
that you were l and l was you.
A single caress became a symphony of passion,
Insatiable longing,
An unquenchable desire to possess you.
I knew we could not last,
like the exquisite butterfly whose life is but
a mere short burst of brilliance,
our love was an intense melee
of emotional need and explosive passion -
and although my heart was forever with you
my mind knew the folly of believing the enchanted spell
would last past midnight.
How we met is not important -
It is enough that we did.
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