buried deeper in
the softest parts in
attic beds, our summered hearts
replicated, repeated
but
"was it ever love?"
she wonders
or just temple of imagined
girlhood dream
an uprooted fantasy
sweet oblivion of youth but
when time makes us pay
and our eyes grow iridescent from passion
"will it ever change?"
with determined resignation, he said
"it'll never change"
"never ever?"
"never ever my love - never ever"
Immortal in words, the love of all our never ever.
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