I’ve loved you all this time and a while ago even before eons were accounted then had to forego; there were open mornings when passions raged in flight, yet the thirst would melt as swift as sleight during grieving, your hands were abode, plus the flowery glare was wind I rode; gone for almost beat by churning beat, have arrived to me as the ultimate treat of rendering the bridge that was cracked amid the steps you took to sway closer, lushly fluid, but you and I had realms that could not connect despite our fervent wills would soulfully intersect; For I’ve loved you all this time and a while ago, you’ve reached me with chime, the sound of learning — the delay was earned to rest in your clasp when you’ve returned.
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