Like a whisper in the wind, you came,
A spark that set my heart aflame,
But fleeting love, so fast, so bright,
Disappeared into the night.
We danced beneath the stars one time,
Your hand in mine, a moment’s rhyme,
But like the waves upon the shore,
You touched my life, then were no more.
A glance, a touch, a smile, a kiss,
A fleeting love, a briefened bliss,
You faded like the autumn leaves,
A love that lingers, yet deceives.
Though brief, your light still softly glows,
In memory, the feeling grows,
Fleeting love, a passing dream,
A shadow of what might have been.
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