and so my peace shall be
with thee my love with thee
a moonlit inconsistency
of thee my love of thee
how it dances o how it yearns
for thee my love for thee
time has passed, and still doth passion burn
for thee my love for thee
yet we walk along this broken road
built upon how we once strode
disjointed
falling back wards but not caught
a future this should not forebode
but alas we are distraught
our ropes still short and taught
struggling so fruitlessly
for for thee my love, for thee.
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