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There, in the tenuous folds of dusk,
You remain, soft as a whispered trust.
The lightest contact, a breathless sigh,
A spark that never converses with a goodbye.

Even your voice still echoes, a phantom psalm,
Sliding through the murky shadows.
Each word a line, each look a bar,
A memory woven, on and on, ever mine.

You smiled just like that beneath the moon,
When stars composed a holy tune.
Your touch, like a flame, both gentle and untamed,
Revealed the daydreamer, the romantic you tamed.

I feel your presence in the midnight sky,
In the places none but us would ever occupy—
To love with such intensity it hurts the soul,
But it can transform us, unbroken, whole.

The globe has turned, time flies,
Yet you still are present, and I can’t pass by.
No storm can rip, no silence sever,
The string of us remains, tied together forever.

You are the painting of every new day,
The lonely melody and far away.
A piece of forever, binding and combining,
A memory, the seam of the time quilt.

If I could keep this moment forever,
Set the stars to my liking; however.
I could remain with you, though design,
Always yours, in love’s design.