The gentle throbbing rhythm,
Of my heartbeat in your ears.
Your eyes, reflected in them
Is my form and all your fears.
The tendrils of your red locks,
Swaying in the wind.
The uselessness of all these clocks,
Born in wake of how our time would end.
So doubletake my dear, and marvel,
At my heart, my soul, my love,
No longer lost like all our marbles,
My loves are one below and one above .
So take my hand and own me,
With eternity as our goal.
So succintly you have shown me,
What it is to have a soul.
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