7:32 p.m. -- -
There are ashes in the fire pit,
Your eyes did leave behind.
Those long ago days of passion,
Haunts my vision, makes me blind.
Awakened by your tender voice,
Unraveled was my heart.
And now I am wrapped in your words,
And ever lasting work of art.
What I would give to give you all,
To own the corners of your mind.
I'd everlasting dwell inside,
Kept forever lost, kept for only you to find.
Now sitting new my window sill,
And drowning in the melody of a song.
Awaiting for our love to climb right in,
To forever be lost in our world where only you and I belong.
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