the twinkle in your eye shimmers in the candlelight
the softness of your hands melts me
the curiosity in your face suggest what might alight
the closeness suggests a 'twining tree
time seems to stand, still as we talk without speaking
time is on our side for a moment
time doesn't age rather youth appears to be leaking
time will die, love as its atonement
is this real, but what else could feel so good so right?
is it even possible for her to love me?
is this the kind of shallow lust which splits at just one fight?
is love enough to overcome bestiality?
now i lean in closer i have nothing left to lose
now is she leaning too?
now is later and i stand in tux i didn't have to choose
now she stands and as i smile she cries and says i do
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