This is another chapter in our paper romance.
I spilled the ink across the page, trying to spell your name.
And it all reminds me of the youthful girl below.
The morning dawn reflected off your skin.
It knew the very heart of us.
And as the hours escaped,
I could feel the differences between our two minds
and all the places they had been.
But I never wanted anything as much
as to fall into the sound of your breathing.
Early in the morning,
the smile that lingered in my eyes
came like rain.
I doubt I could recover.
Our love is wrapped in piano strings.
You are the tide that pulled me in.
A heartbeat in the pages I called home.
My fingers laced with yours.
An atlas for all the days to come.
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