Elated state of being
Our feelings deeply hidden
On the bottom of our eyes
My only Home in your embrace
Your Holy Grail in mine
Why should hearts ever matter?
They do not matter much.
The petal of my life held
On the palm of your hand
Time standing still by our side
Patiently and understandingly
Waiting for us to start the race
After the false start happened twice
But time does not matter much
Elated state of being
Of merge and intertwine
Knowing your heart by heart
Arrays of possibilities
Of the deepest and the sweetest
Humanly possible touch
But it doesn’t matter much
Your promises and your tears,
Our plans, and future dreams
My bottomless sorrow
And your heavy heart
Over our secret shrine
Why should dreams ever matter?
They do not matter much.
What matters is forgetting
Forgetting all that matters, and then
Forgetting that we’ve forgotten, again.
What matters is pretending
Pretending that we’ve forgotten, twice
Elated state of being,
Unnamed love
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