-even Without Ink-
it's been too long, my love,
since i've picked up my pen,
for even without ink
my heart does not end-
i tried once to forget you
i shan't ever again;
yes my love,
it's been too long-
since i've picked up my pen
once more, my love,
you have captivated me,
given sight to the things
i never dreamed i could see-
been the refuge i crave
when lost amongst friend,
always loving more
than i can comprehend
think back on these months
as time love was made,
and hold into each touch
as medallion leaflets fade-
december shall show her fury,
but warmth shall shine on-
we are the epitome of divine,
like the brisk mist at dawn
'cause my love,
it's been too long,
since i've picked up my pen-
for even without ink...
my heart does not end
_________________________
i love you nicholas...
8.15.20
-luloo
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2020
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