A Poem of Love in Time
You rush in my direction
of where my arms are open wide,
You embraced me and held me so tight
putting your palms that felt cold at my back
No doubt, everything feels right.
Your face rests on my neck
while breathing on my sensitive skin
Every contact is soothing.
naturally warm and comforting
I hope this has no ending.
A moment like this is overwhelming
taking me away from reality
too good to be true to exist
almost forgot to realize things
of what seems clear but perplexing
A love like this is poisonous.
reminds me of roses having thorns.
The time is under romantic enchantment
but the turning point is torment
remember that each moment is imperfectly perfect.
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