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In just a breath, a moment,
I was captured by your eyes,
Held transfixed by your light,
And blushing from your warmth.
I brush my hair back from my eyes
And think of you -
Your fingers gently caress my face
As you lean in to kiss me.
Something tells me that all will be well
And I believe it, because I am ready to,
Just as I believe in you.

Tamyka Bell
19 September, 2004


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