Two lovers met at heart,
Following an all knowing desire
They be dreamed.
They both sat, surrendering their will at the proverbial twist and turn provided
On both ends of an open heart.
Sliding down the sides, caught in the thrill of raised hands,
Meeting at the bottom.
Never to forget the moment they never thought they'd see each other again.
Sliding down the spiraling sides
Of each other's heart
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