The mourning of the morning forged from tenderness of heart.
The closing of an option never present from the start.
A barrier in mind implies desire to defect.
Yet in pain of losing love, a closeness I detect.
Feeding off impaired emotions, shyness filters in.
Back in gaze the moment steadied, focusing again.
One can always wonder wounded, time can always change our fate.
Once again I know we'll wander, wild in our savage states.
Chemistry has been established, quality and time abide.
Comfort in a placid future clearly seen in my mind's eye.
Spoken like a spirit lover, words cannot communicate.
Energy we both can breathe as silence has us meditate.
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