AboveTheRayne

To ponder love is not for me,
I seek the act of reality.
Let not that silent desire weave,
a wall of hope, I can’t conceive.
Silence perpetuates an ethereal beauty,
a colorless curtain doth unfold.
To see the dance of a lovers duty,
share the wisdom to have and hold.
Live not thy days in bliss less measure,
for cobwebs cover needless dreams.
Wrap the frozen clock of time,
bridge the gap between the seams.

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