in the labyrinth of my heart, a hall
home to a door below a sign of letters painted blue past whose oft-betrodden threshold stand old and sturdy bookshelves, full. rows of windows overlook the winding roads among the trees below and in this room I see the two who many times have met in aeons past. faces in their hundreds come and go but this pair of souls affixed falling anew with every hour remain. brushing hands 'neath countertops, knowing smiles, through glass and in their darkest hidden place, passion's river flows. on and forth this pattern goes driven by the drumming in my breast. living on, and when its cadence slows through the doors below the sign they'll fly upon their domicile close, recite their song in aether-woven cry body lain, heart in repose. I will always love you.
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