i sense
you ever peering through
my captivation
as words bleed of beauty...
my love, you've always been of
my righteous breath
while sensing you as i traverse
my very soul
through days of yore when once
so peacefully we slept
and loved, and loved again, and
again... forever imprinted atop forever
and ideally with only you;
my one, my all, my very own,
i will lastingly believe it's here
we've affectionately stood,
no matter how imperfectly i am able
to engross.
you ever peering through
my captivation
as words bleed of beauty...
my love, you've always been of
my righteous breath
while sensing you as i traverse
my very soul
through days of yore when once
so peacefully we slept
and loved, and loved again, and
again... forever imprinted atop forever
and ideally with only you;
my one, my all, my very own,
i will lastingly believe it's here
we've affectionately stood,
no matter how imperfectly i am able
to engross.
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