Pairs of hearts who meet just once...

Some spent their life together, oh so brief, and no chance of love they ever did receive.

But there are pairs of hearts who meet just once,

a tender kiss and feels as if no time had passed since.

One look, one touch, and it's already done, a deep connection that will never be undone.

Love that's pure and real, no need to pretend, no words to say,

they know each others heart and need.

And when the time for them to part's arrived, no distance great enough, emotions still thrive.

For with such an emotion so strong and divine,

nothing could ever tear them from its binds.

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