Stolen Moments

It’s hard to understand stolen moments,
When your arms hold me so tight,
 And I only come alive with you,
And the magic of a warm summer night.

When time stands still yet races on,
Fleeting moments of such bliss,
To know and want your gentle touch,
And the magic of your kiss.

 A soft summer breeze to cool the sweat,
Of two lovers locked in embrace,
Enjoying another stolen moment,
Before we both must face...

That the love we feel and share this night,
Can never go anywhere,
Except to show each other now,
How very much we care.

To keep what seems almost a dream,
Close to our hearts and then,
To take the stolen moment out,
And remember that it was ‘when’.

© 2002 Loree (Mason) O’Neil

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