18th Century Love
Romanticize a scene
it falls in endless dreams
begin and then you see
that what it is is all it will ever be
crimson petals in a vase
lace curtains rise, open windows
open eyes
kisses soft
whispers cannot compete
of how delicate a moment is with you
leaves drop onto the ground
cold cobblestones
dusk drops upon us
melting on our tongues such is Autumn
until the second we must part
I'll hold you tight here in the dark
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