Such a love; mortality won't dwindle
Like the starlight, a star, lost, struck from the sky
You and I know where it'll rekindle
Without, saying that hello or goodbye.
We won't discover it in a photo!
That's too distant a sky; just search your heart
You'll not require angel wings rococo-
Their styles too artificial self-absolved.
All you need to do now is remember
Ah, every second we spent together
And not one paper cut-more can dismember
A minute an hour a millimetre;
Of what we shared in total surrender
As, when we were each other's, loving, avenger.
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