In the end
It’s me and you
The words sit
Stone-tablet-like
The world’s blur
fades
The remainder is
this love
I am shaking too
Seasons a bit
weary
That in one you
may destroy me
Volition or
ambivalent distance
Not certain, which
would be worse
Trust sits
tranquil
As the waters
expand there is less sloshing
I give, you give
We grow
Love over fear
Choice at each
sunrise, sunset
In the end
It’s you and me
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