The hand that slips in yours
have you always known?
The familiar touch of skin
the sweet taste of home?
And have I always known you?
my beloved ghost in the pale
Is it you who whispers in the night
who loves without fail?
And yet cruel coordination
of fate and her sweetheart
Placed so much between us
to keep us apart
Alas we cannot overcome
the full depths of their design
Yet I have this gift of knowing you
the hand that slips in mine
Distance can be conquered
but time and space cannot
Yet not to be lamented
so glad of what we’ve got
<3
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