As the folds of time
envelope my liquid heart,
I take her hand
and wish to stop.
I watch fearless,
but oh, so powerless.
I want to hold her
one last time, but
it won't stop,
the fire burns,
time won't stop.
So now kiss,
kiss my lips,
before they become
cracked, scars of
my once red love.
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PoetryCan you pin love down with ink and paper? Or on screen with pixels? No. But we must try Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous. It does not brag, does not get puffed up, does not behave indecently, does not look for its own interests, does...
