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In my heart

Is a secret place

That no-one in this lifetime

Has ever reached,

Until now.

Then you came along

And searched so deep

And saw so much

And liked anyway.

You stole a little piece of me

The first time we spoke

And every time since

So now there is nothing left of me to give

But myself.

How I long for the moment

When we first meet

I wonder if we will fall into each others arms

Or if I will be restrained.

I wonder if what we seem to have Always had

Will be confirmed,

In that first meeting,

I long for that moment

Desperately....

Yet with trepidation!