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  • Medium Lit
  • Jan 31, 2019
  • 1 min read

By Rose Winters I hold your hand As tight as I can Because if things don’t go as planned I’ll remember how it all began

With awkward glances And a tentative touch How high were the chances Of feelings evolving this much

After long nights of cuddles It’s not a surprise That our tears are forming puddles And we’re feeling butterflies

The sorrow is worth it And I know it will fade When the sky is moonlit I am unafraid

Because you are so gentle Yet also so strong It could not be accidental That we get along

But I swear to you I will never forget All we’ve been through From every moonrise to every sunset

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