Unintended
Unintended
So often the simplest expression
provokes the deepest thought.
Sometimes without intention
love claims a place in our heart.
And as the rising of the tide,
washes the sea upon the sand,
wiped away are tears cried
by the touch of a gentle hand.
The most innocent of words
will stoke flames of desire.
Sometimes a desolate heart
is rekindled with raging fire.
Unintended, though his motives may be,
He passionately touches every part of me.
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