It begins at the base of an inner pointed curve
And there lingers, as hands, now slowly meet
To then extend along two long slow lined curves
To appear as arms wrapped about another to greet.
It then then curves off into long lines of perspective
That seems to diverge upon a once separate course
Only to then, with joy, slow collide again once more
In a sacred dance of pure passionate perforce.
Our lives are codiform: now embraced apart.
Then pulled forever together: afar distinct.
We are one: yet we are whole apart
Separate on this spiralling globe
That is so eternally unwrapped by time
In a slow forever dance with you my beloved.
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