How strange.
How beautifully strange a moment is.
once lost among the shadows,
Now we gleam in the brightest of light
A season ago I longed for you,
And the chances seemed so far out of reach
I ached for touch, your kiss, your voice
And now;
We're in a whirlwind of love, of kisses, of deep looks, and 'just one more minute's with one another
A loop that will never cease
And those days of disparity,
Are soon to be long forgotten
Pushed out of our memories
As the love keeps pouring in
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC
How strange.
How beautifully strange a moment is.
once lost among the shadows,
Now we gleam in the brightest of light
A season ago I longed for you,
And the chances seemed so far out of reach
I ached for touch, your kiss, your voice
And now;
We're in a whirlwind of love, of kisses, of deep looks, and 'just one more minute's with one another
A loop that will never cease
And those days of disparity,
Are soon to be long forgotten
Pushed out of our memories
As the love keeps pouring in
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