I held her close in my arms
Even if my every move
Sent millions of breaths staggering for me
With every tick and tock of movement
Made me wish to girdle her close;
She was the purpose behind my wish for stillness
Into the reflection of her yesterdays,
Tomorrows were more than eager to perfect her
Despite flaws and the changes outside her window
Her beauty echoed into lifetimes until I no longer mattered
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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