The sound of your SSSS
Leaves a long trail of emotions
In my mind adroitly slithers
Setting my heart in commotion.
Should there be time in store
Or less time for togetherness
I don't care for grief anymore
When every morning you bless.
This love is real that it weathers
The edges of doubt and passion
As days come we promise better
As days go we learn self-conviction.
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| Self-conviction strikes to the core of our being... |
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