Stolen moments is a love story of long ago yet untold,
of when two young people meet and their lives unfold.
Young lives intertwined seemingly from the very start,
different years in the same state, living just miles apart.

Then destiny would reach out and lend a helping hand,
seeing two lovers together was always the original plan.
From the beginning, of time, two hearts beating as one,
once together the life long love story had finally begun.

Before long tender sparks ignited between you and me,
wanting time with each other we both longed to be free.
On our first date together we went Christmas shopping,
feelings stirring inside we had no intention of stopping.

Passions soon erupting in both of our hearts this night,
embracing each other, a kiss exchanged soft and light.
The atmosphere already hard for either of us to ignore,
a blissful evening ending, kissing tenderly once more.

In six months, proposing, wanting me to be your wife,
to remain faithfully there forever, every day of our life.
Then stolen moments, when we could finally be alone,
precious memories and enduring love we have known.

Thank you for these years, for every tender embrace,
looking at me, with love etched clearly on your face.
For remaining steadfast and eternally staying strong,
standing there, by my side, if something went wrong.

Thank you for those stolen moments we have shared,
for giving me hope and love that cannot be compared.
Providing a shoulder on which to rest my weary head,
tenderly holding me, at night, as we lay asleep in bed.

My Darling, all the many years, have now passed by,
reassuring me lovingly whenever I would start to cry.
Always secure of the complete love you held for me,
satisfied, knowing you would be there for all eternity.



© Brenda Sparkman
June 22, 2006