the now continuum
Don't think of our love as a game,
Through joy and through sorrow.
The grace that our hearts can embrace,
A mercy minds borrow.
Yet thoughts are but whispers of time,
Our senses shine brightly.
To journey ahead of the rest,
With peace guiding rightly.
Our future will blossom in love,
No sorrow, no sighing.
Our love is the shelter we seek,
From now, no more crying.
The language that lingers in thoughts,
Still echoes the old ways.
A diction now foreign to time,
Yet boundless in new days.
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