My love lingers a desperate aroma,
Haven't the faintest why.
My visions are of white dressed cakes, a moon of gold honey
and children possibly.
Death comes later!
A sharing perhaps.
I long to see your heart agree.
Probably not.
So sits me and my thoughts... hopes also.
Can I find someone like you?
Who makes me think of them as well...
Before the aftermath.
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