Stolen Moments

Stolen Moments
Those moments with you were like
gigantic snow flakes softly drifting to
the ground, they were precious
stolen moments shared by me and you.

I think I shall never climb the mountain
high, nor soar 'or the meadow, nor dance
in the moonlit night as once we did, when
so precious few stolen moments were taken
to share with you.

Passion was quieted, while the heart thundered
its aching message, to share thoughts not

often spoken between lovers during those

precious few stolen moments with you.

I learned to feel what I could not see, and

to see what the heart cried out to speak when

we did share those precious few stolen moments

so long ago.

You took me there where lovers dwell,

and I learned to speak the silence of the precious,

few stolen moments that only lovers share

as I did with you.

You taught my heart to sing, my mind to free,

my soul to weep for those precious, precious

few stolen moments
with you.

Time has now past, my heart no longer sings

the song of loves gone by, but none can take

the precious few stolen moments I spent in fond

embrace with none
but you.

Those can not be undone, those special

few stolen moments with you!
T. Condon Nov.'97 (rev July 2006)