Wednesday, September 22, 2010

The Fourth of the Three

The dream is gone, it seems,
to not soon come again
in similar shape or form,
yet you remain in me,
today,
may you or not return.

And if i were to leave
this week or come the next,
this i wish you to know -
when you i did first see,
betwixt
the day's and evening's shore -

I was in love that day,
again,
to love forevermore.

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