Take my hand, take my breath
and I am sure to burn inside
with an encumbered, perpetual
longing for your loving feeling,
the one you have lost, some dark
ages ago. I shall hold on to one
glimpse of hope in seeing the
flushes on your cheeks and the
warmth on your skin, the radiance
of your smile and the imminence
of your soul; all of these I attest
as testament to the promise you
once made in the blue moon, of
never ceasing to change anything,
of whatever that binds us together.
I never saw the end coming, yet
it was an oh-so-sweet, surprise.
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