We met in the field,
Reunited after a wait,
An eight year wait,
Which felt like a lifetime.
You looked so gorgeous,
You held firm you were a mess,
I couldn’t fathom the lie,
That you looked like a mess.
I’d forget the evils of the world,
The evils which plagued the world,
The evils which would destroy the world,
As I looked in your eyes and forgot the world.
I hold one possession closer than my life,
The picture which holds your face,
The picture which is forever sacred,
A picture of you, which I have in my mind.
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