I Often Wonder
You first held my hand in rapture sown, soft-honed land.
Time rose our teen romantic throes through joy-spiced air.
When our lips met with eager flair by an aloof stream's stare,
we lost focus under starry skies devoted to our sighs.
Time hasn't frayed my feelings from our love's ballet in twilight rays ...
I often wonder if you also remember and hold this time as tender.
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