13th August 2012.
There were no signs of which I could have told.
Your face though new was nothing unfamiliar so.
How quick time had made my heart yours to hold,
But flanked by seas we remain two separate souls.
No thousand years could have made me more bold,
Than when in mine your hands laced, like it was home.
Time, though fleet, seemed more valuable than gold,
Cursed fate would leave me again to roam.
Your smile, time’s fingers would pry from my mind.
Our whispered secrets now no more sacred,
For soon we’ll part and leave this all behind.
Yet be this so, i feel all but hatred.
Your ambiguity can make or break,
But if ’tis a dream, then let me never wake.