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bdgrey1/18/2002 12:15:01 PM
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A Moment In Time

The moment is now frozen forever in time,
an emptiness within the departed mind.
Eternity locked within a snow globe,
pertinence concealed within the satin robe.
Lasting appeal never to be felt twice,
this moment is golden, trapped in rhythmic vice.

For when two people that have never before met,
feel that connection, love at first sight,
is the only sure bet.
In that one moment the world ceases to spin,
a soul mate without end they finally win.
It's a love everlasting trapped in that moment,
and they live their lives by each other's side.
Times will be rough, but they always get better,
and sometimes they'll be far far apart,
and must live by the letter.
But in their own little snow globe in time,
their hearts beat together, with a song sung in rhyme,
eternally joined by their hearts, souls and mind,
they walk hand in hand tied together by silken twine.

May the dream never end for those pure in heart,
and may lover's from each other never part.
Every time you look at an ornament or globe,
remember that it's someone elses moment in time,
and protect it so that they may live,
in perpetual bliss



By: bdgrey

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APoetsPerspective2/1/2002 12:12:43 PM
This was very nice. There is something speacial about realizing that this moment in time is here, and will never come again. And yet, in love, time seems to never end as well.
Daniel A. Staffordaqmstaffo@mailbag.com2/7/2002 2:11:18 AM
Often, often, I've thought how precious are the memories we carry, of those
golden moments in life when love was flowing and sweet. They are priceless
treasures, and here you've given them a beautiful home.

Congratulations.

Dan

 
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