Crystal


i think upon the times from when we met,
of awkward steps toward our love's debut,
of how we thought the sun would never set
and all our days were clear and bright and new.

i think upon our time as it now seems
with blinders off and time for retrospect,
of days we've seen  both good and bad extremes 
of how my love for you i must perfect

i think upon the time we've not yet spent
(and knowing now how ignorant we were  
'twas blissful, true, though awfully unprescient),
and hesitate to think much lest i err.

is there a way for you to truly see
the love we have that bindeth you to me?






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