Anew
Riding the riptide, our thoughts askew, dreams not fulfilled Each wedge wears anew.
The light burns, no longer bright, our love, less each day, frail as the halo's plight, Contemplating a world of dismay.
In its own infinite way, as now, your nakedness shadows our love. I don't ask, why, or how it's just you.. that I think of.
Under the eyes of the stars can’t we see this through, be left without any scars? Only one, I want to pursue.
A glitter of seas, our only hope, like a wave of flickering grass, lives, not a slippery slope, in a dawn of cornflowers, love shall pass.
Like a botanical drawing, in its glory lives together once more, flowers and bluebirds, our love story, to the clouds of heaven, it will soar.
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