maybe you stole the song from me
perhaps,
a momentary stifling of the notes I came to know
and hold so dear
yet,
it matters not in the greater scheme of things ...
true love is eternal
and continues to beat with every turning of the page
no twists and turns
with every whisper in the evening air, hints of ...
I will remember the golden days and nights of joy
torrid bouts of me and you
they fill the spaces in my head when I find myself
missing ...
(11.11.07)
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