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stolen moments

Violins and drums and fountains behind us,

Doorways and glasses and tinkling wind chimes,

Kisses and touches and sun on the playground,

and wishes that this weren’t a dream, but a sign.

The planets all move in the way that God made them,

to turn and revolve when only he says they should.

But our lives and the tides of our paths are in sinc now,

the stars give permission, the falling stars know.

So why go against what the sounds of our hearts say?

The timing is such that we both know just why.

The reasons, unknown, but the hope moves us forward,

for one day the playground and stars will align.