She peeps through the window of past..
She lives into the moment that last...
That sight, that smell, that passion that excels..
That touch, those arms, those intimate whisper that calms..
Into the heart that she hides..into her eyes that has cried... And into her whimsical world she has always visualised..
She cuddles through the window of past..
She craves for the comfort of the arms that last...
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