you have seen wonders beyond measure behind my eyes.
i beckon for your stare for they are my saving grace.
please, look at me.
fall deeper into this ocean of mine.
these waterblue eyes that you're so in love with.
your unsteady touch traces the lines of my delicate hands.
i'm so frail, i'm so weak.
do you even know what you're getting yourself into?
is this more than you bargained for?
what a bunch of fools we lovers are.
hell bent for a inch of time.
already coming to terms of how time will change us.
we've got our fingers crossed.
learn to let go and let live again.
whoever called the snow a blanket has never felt the cold.
welcoming this tundra,
slipping on the ice over and over and over and over and over..
oh honey, i've slipped on the ice too many times before.
i've grasped for your sleeve many times as of late.
the shadow of winter tugging at me.
slipping away.
this is only a beginning though.
as when the flowers come into bloom as the frigid breeze,
meets the sun-kissed leaves that have yet to decompose.
and like the sun, i have always been here since dawn.
i prove it when night meets the day.
this love has the consistency of time.
always pushing forward, the past has passed us by.
petrified, a cornerstone of compassion and pain.
we will never be the same.
not ever, not again.
yet as the months drag,
you carry the dynamics of a harp,
as the delicate fingers pluck the strings.
light as a feather,
precise as a scalpel.
we started out singing the keys with dissonance.
and with time and affection, we hold a consonance.
we move as one, perfectly, by instinct.
it's okay, darling.
be free to the feeling.
maybe one day we'll find the time,
where our dreams and reality collide.
i believe it starts with a touch.
that escalates into an embrace.
where we fit together perfectly,
like two puzzle pieces molded from clay.
so sleep well when you get there delicate.
and know i have loved you, since the rain poured over us.
like many times before, and many times to come.
i love you, now and always.
i don't know what it is about you that makes me unsure if i'm coming or going.
but i'm going full circle, and i have been.
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