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Words may never reach the confines of the heart
Yet the heart may reach the confines of every word
For your gaze has said more in a single look than a language stretched across the construct of time could ever express
I wish merely to have known the whites of your eyes
than to experience the blindness of a tarnished heart
The truth of love can only be revealed in the mist of the backside of the sun’s position
For lovers only meet where addictions start and cravings force the aroma of lust
To breathe easy is a labor of epic proportion
A younger constellation knows not a true position for all sights become the vision of stars
Yet our moment fled like an foreign concept
To be brushed over wheat with the back of a hand and warm days of a pasture.
