Moments
I wish I could write the prints of the moments
The beautiful times we spent in comments
Our nights meant nothing to the exalted pleasure
For your words were lights' flood without measure.
The simple talks we never had hard to share
The mere moments where your little sparks a big care
The life in your seemingly angered love
And your sleep in the tranquility of a dove.
The time we sat and sang together
And the rhythm of your voice that fine- tuned better
The melodies we both came to hate
And the song that hunt down our hearty state.
These moments liquidly shut in
The clouds are gathered in me and now 'tis the rain
I want to dream and yet not in a sleep
A chance to favourably dreamily peep.
The moments we held hands and cried
Like a wedding disgraced by the absence of a bride
For a change of heart and etching a refresh
Old to new and we began afresh.
Shout this moment, I plead you tell
Proud victors and sure with a yell
I know this is sure a true moment, so true
It is good better best to be two.
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