Syke

What came before
Was just a fraction
Of the sum I found in you
Played in every river
Till I found your ocean
Discarded hopes now renew

Waited for the clouds to clear
At the eleventh hour, you appear
Lo, every thought, every action
Conspires to feel you near

There’s no more days
Nay, not even seconds
That aren’t savored desiring you
So little time
Much to be decided
Plans that need sorting through

Whatever fate may dictate
The rest of our lives at stake
May nothing keep us apart
Till that final escape

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