You stand before me,
Under the twilight sky,
Your gaze unmoving,
Staring into my soul.
A gentle breeze,
Just a whisper between us,
Your hand finds mine,
Entwining our fingers.
Your eyes sparkling,
Speaking a thousand words,
Silently,
Making promises.
Your lips uninvited,
Land on mine,
Our only witness,
The air about us,
The gentle breeze.
Time around us,
Coming to a stop,
Everything quietening,
The world fading away.
But then the moment ends,
Reality setting back in,
Knowing what tomorrow brings,
Knowing the promises made,
Will never be fulfilled.
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