Dust on the windowsill
cobwebs of past
Reminded of how a lifetime
a second can last
Footprints in the fresh snow
Sun shining, the flakes aglow
Matters none, time can stand
Lovers, walking hand in hand
Old letters, in an open drawer
Telling tales of a blooming flower
of how she lived, and how she loved
The last lines, they make me cower
Greying at the temples,
in the mirror, a stranger’s face
Unyielding and defiant, steadfast
the fabric of life, time weaves at its own pace
Love, all there is and all that ever was
A lover does, what a lover does!
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