Love is a traffic light
In the dead of night.
In passing or cessation,
Drifting by through awaiting time.
The virescent beat, a fading sight-
A sharp breath in, caught by warning amber
It captures those in a moment
Time uncaring, an anticipating line
It paralyzes you, before the burning vermillion knight.
The fleeting antedate is continuous,
The passing dread and relief is fitful.
But love is all the same influence,
It grows, it slows, it stops, repeats
Love is a traffic light.
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