He bellowed for night,
As day furled away.
Never a doubt,
The blessings of day.

A soft feathered sky,
Drifts sweet and sublime.
Written in clouds,
I'm assured he is mine.

Never to speak,
We listened once more.
Our hearts knew not when,
But how and what for.

Graven in soul,
We found our way back.
To love that will break,
And shine all that we lack.

For never before,
In poetical rhyme.
Has a love like this measured,
The true test of time.

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