the Flower of Our Bond

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Had fortune found the key to fear and love.

It’s trove would be filled with remorse…

The lockets only secret would be the distance.

My love have I forgotten to water the flower of our bond.

On the horizon of daily devotion…had my eyes been turned blind?

Have I fallen into time’s trap…complacent and less kind?

My box of nighttime prayers have but one centerpiece.

Thus, all meaning of well wishes are lost without you in my thoughts.

I have followed languid loves…enough to know…

That you are cultivated into my every need.

The everyday becomes the every year.

And, often I am remiss in drawing our love near.

Yet, it is on the foggy days when time stand still…

I am fortunate to remember I am nothing without you here.


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