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Excerpt-11:  A poem about timeless love.

I am writing you this love letter 
to tell you how much I remember 
I was so sensitive to your touch 
as we ran through our lives unique 

I kissed you at the public pool 
it was the first kiss 
of too young in love 

—you blushed 
then we walked home 
we were the best of friends 

we shared all that we dreamed 
our future proclaimed in front of us 
but then you moved away 
I knew I’d never see you again 

the corners and crossroads 
I’d have to go through 
the road untaken I’d have to capture 
so you and I could finally be 
in the future of our rapture 

just like the whispers in the wind 
our love blows the cottonwood blooms 
planted on the plains of our future 
through the doorways of eternity’s rooms 

stuck somewhere between time and space 
our love always looms . . . 

"My Timeless Love" ​- © C. Steven Blue 12/25/2011
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