The Meeting

a chance meeting
as our eyes meet,
a physical attraction
that we both see.

words not needed,
thoughts read
spoken volumes
from out hearts instead.

A meeting at midnight
under the moon,
the secret we hold
that cannot be told.

as we meet
we make the promise
nothing can change
what we feel
for each other

by laurajayne Kennedy

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