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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I'm stealing a few moments from Father Time to pen my thoughts on parchment pages. I write of mirth we shared, sweet and sublime, capturing it in recorded history of us for the ages. As twilight broaches night, I write by candlelight, scrawling thoughts that are roaming in my head... those refusing to remain in my heart. Though frowns have furrowed our brows and etched wrinkles and creases on our faces, we shared many more moments of laughter that made us cry tears in streams of joy rather than those wept in sorrow and sadness, cherished memories of loving embraces. There are things I could never find voice to reveal. Perhaps, it's better that they remained unspoken then. But I feel sure my eyes told you more than any spoken words could have made any clearer. If you could see my eyes as shadows fall, you'd be aware of more than I could bear to read the drop of your shoulders, and the rivulets shining on your cheeks as moonlight begins peeking in the window. In reading this, you have my heart's decree that my love never died, but was magnified year upon year with great depth of emotions. And at its end, you'll find teardrop stains smearing the ink that would never run dry if I continued writing, but my confession is long enough. It's in your possession in this dour darkness without a whisper I could offer in farewell, or one last embrace.
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