Who am I to ask you questions,
you’ve lived your life,
taken the risks
of love defeated
and moments shining.
Do I need to hear it all
or can I rest with you
in the silence,
letting pulse pound
until lifted from our skin
we know the truth
of the unscarred eternal,
weather worn, bent by time
undivided and forever.
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