The memory of the first time you were truly next to me should be faint, but unlike the titanic these thoughts can not just be sank
Chains of fate might of orchestrated the music that is us, but this mattered not to me because at first sight I was set free
Cosmic or earthly, no way to compare, it took just a little courage to get my feet to move from here to there
Once shoulders touched, our smiles paired, the deepest passions felt before even a kiss was shared
Not sure if it was quiet or loud, it was like my ears were on a diet causing them to only hear your sound
Hours felt like seconds, quickly time was devoured, to bad the clock was controlled by gears instead of being oxytocin powered
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Artist For Sanity
"Writing is a passion I do not think one can ever forget and I never have. Much like the groves I love, I love the rows of books in a library, each growing minds like something that can happen only with time." -AFS
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