a treacherous skip
of the heartbeat, amidst
a routine of everyday chores
the trembling lips,
are a party to it, alas
I can't hide it anymore.
there is more to me when you are around
there is more to me when you smile,
there is more of me which loves you unbound
there is more of mine when you smile.
corroded are the memory lanes
frequent visitation, makes it so
to the home I made on the very lane
some memories are ever so!
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At times my own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from you. I have cause to think with deep gratitude of you, who has lighted the flame within me.
--I have edited quote by Albert
so utterly tender. maybe it is not even to be commented upon.
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