I remember the nights when the cold would frost
our windows while making love, feeling lost
yet reaching out to each other
suddenly found in this ever
changing world of passion and misconception,
for we were in love, even without permission.
~
She would look at me with those eyes
I could never help but melt in her cries
for a different life
a different time, a gift.
Perhaps it was then we would unravel
knowing our love would less travel.
~
I wanted to hold you forever and again
and again, and again, and again.
© Scott F Savage 4/2022
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