Chances

Your scent reminds me of blossoms

Your smile is the light of my mood

Possibly seeing myself in your eyes

That swift touch like heavens bliss

 

Treasuring those senses

For those smell, sight, and touch

Are just evanescence

Of chances we’re together

 

The scent that follows me

The smile I look for when I wake up

Those eyes I long to stare

The touch I wish we can share

 

Even if it’s all stolen moments

Chances seemed to be so true.

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