These tragedies that we've called love
Are now anything but
Now that these winding, painful paths have crossed
We've been led into each other
And now it is you
It is your eyes I see when I close mine
It is your voice I hear when the cacophony of the world dies down
It is your skin I feel pressed on mine
In the darkness of the night
Yours is the absence I feel now
Exquisitely and reverentially
For the end of this absence
Your absence
Brings your embrace
Brings your lips to mine
If only for a moment
This moment is...
This moment is eternal
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 6:19 AM UTC
These tragedies that we've called love
Are now anything but
Now that these winding, painful paths have crossed
We've been led into each other
And now it is you
It is your eyes I see when I close mine
It is your voice I hear when the cacophony of the world dies down
It is your skin I feel pressed on mine
In the darkness of the night
Yours is the absence I feel now
Exquisitely and reverentially
For the end of this absence
Your absence
Brings your embrace
Brings your lips to mine
If only for a moment
This moment is...
This moment is eternal
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