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A passion, all consuming.
A fire, unquenchable.
A lust, insatiable.
A love, transforming.
We could have been
Lovers.
The kind of encounter that changes
Everything.
But I’m glad we did not,
I’m glad we were not,
Overtaken,
Overcome,
By passion,
By desire,
By lust.
I was never meant
For you,
Nor you
For me.
At least this way,
We have a pure moment.
A memory of joy,
Not tainted.
A smile,
Not besmirched.
I would rather carry
That memory,
Than regret.
Thank you,
For your smile.
Thank you,
For your kindness.
Thank you,
For that memory.
Thank you,
For that moment.
About the Creator
D’radia Odinsdottir
At heart, I am a nature loving, historically enthusiastic, artist and writer.


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