Before...
When we
gazed and stroked
and held and loved
Hour after hour
Minute to minute
Til the clock struck
Midnight
And regretfully
we'd part only
to text some more
Into the wee hours
Today....
Ephemeral
Transitional
Distractical
And practical
Not much time
For anything
But dreams and
Memories
I was fit for a ring
Surprise
Fit for a King
In your eyes
To come....
When we know
And show and grow
And let each
Other flow
The pieces
Fitting...
Gazing....
Stroking....
Holding....
Loving....
Hour after minute
Minute to hour
Our once
Broken hearts
Beating as one
Until the last sun sets
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