Sunsets have oft been just sunsets to me,
Till we saw them as your hands clasp to mine,
And thereafter all skies we ever see,
Sunset or no sunset, became all fine;
How like sunset is, to the falling tide,
As light recedes, so too, the water ebbs,
While sun withdraws, it paints sunsets with pride,
Low tides expose more beach the ocean webs;
But then sunsets are more than what they are,
With you and me added to what God wrought,
Past lovers now, just looking from afar,
But bound by memories sunsets have brought;
..... Those thoughts of love now trained on other sights,
..... As though sunsets that linked the days with nights.
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