In the muted glow of twilight’s last rays, a soft image of you rounded smooth, by life’s unrelenting turbulent chicane nestles deep in the heart of my soul. Timeless passion outlasts many years. Intimacy knows neither beginning nor end. What wildly burned outside is now banked against creeping age’s withering frigidity existence is formed in this heart home Only truth resides in this sweet place there the miracle of consciousness lives linked hearts face the blank wall as one. |
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