Our Own Song
Words that are formed with love and desire...
Distant whistles from a raged but tamed fire...
Kissing warm circles lightly around your heart...
Tip toeing over broken pieces from the start...
Knowing when to step away and into the shadows...
All the while accepting what stays here and what goes...
My time was short but my stay was long...
Over little time we danced and played in our own song....
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