December 18, 2001
E-mail: ayzhana
Life Times Before
Time has a way of passing...
Like a blinking eye.
If you don't notice it,
It just passes you by.
It seems no sooner we are born...
We have to die.
Treasured moments are as but a candle.
They glow brightly but slowly fade to black.
Loving you is but destiny.
Our love was meant to be.
That is why I knew I loved you,
Life times before.
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