it all happened before
the clock strikes eight.
when i fell in love again
with my woman, with my mate.

a silent promise to offer
everything i could state.
as we watched the stars
lining up to write our fate.

it all happened before
the clock strikes the twentieth
of the day, when the lips
of our bottles toast and met.

with just one look
at her eyes beneath her hair,
over and over again,
i was swept.

found myself falling
harder and deeper
from her laugh, from her smile
as if we have none of tomorrow’s left.


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