The paintings on your wall
Have seen it all.
The rise and fall
Of our love.
Shared all our charms.
And held us in their arms
The light shade
When we danced
The audience of books
Old and young,
Gave educated looks.
We were among
The table held candles
At both ends.
As we bathed
In each others eyes.
Showed no surprise.
They just opened and closed
In their mime.
As the clock would
Count down the time
We had left.
Of you and I.
Asleep in our embrace,
Always heard us
Cry or laugh.
Now it's just
A lonely space.
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