Living for a day
unknown to longing eyes
which break sorrowed hearts
for near the instant of divine,
There is a thought
where none can speak of
gentle touches resting still
in minds lost to that stare before.
Searching for ever
long a road when love's
understanding revolves a point
no history can break apart,
But here a one
persists regardless time
in hopeful stance above
those figures of physicality.
All mind the day
when love breaks down
and showers passion upon
an idol of receiving without that touch.
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