Our hearts begin to race
Our thoughts become slow pace
Our emotions larger than life
Could damage like a knife
Or wounds will be healed
Our masks will be pealed
Away to reveal our souls
Beginning to stitch our holes
When closeness of touch burns
Where lips taste love's warns
Why love's scent always lingers
Who listens to its callers
How love surely does grow
Even with pain and sorrow
Tomorrow with each other
Hope there is never another
For Sean
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