This Means War

11:54 PM

Unable to be recounted.
And yet I do.

Like a golden film of yesteryear it plays before me.

The time when your eyes were so close
To mine
That our souls kissed
And in that instant
                                         I became a sunrise.

Two hands.
Nothing that means anything.
And yet it is all.

When such things transpire who can fight the fates?

It is useless,
But still I strive.
I surrender,
But I will not be beaten.

                                         There is more than just eternal happiness.

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