Perhaps another time and date.
Another day, not so late,
a different dementia, for us both.
This music makes me want to travel far and wide,
step by step, by your side.
This dawn lifts me towards your heart,
picks me up, blows me apart.
Your eyes and mine collide,
completing thoughts,
in straight lines.
Love's a disease,
there is no cure.
Except death,
when loves pure.
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