I recall and can I recount it just as well right now.
Does my mind anticipate the same from you. Am I a child to ask you so still, but may I know if 'tis right an appraisal of so many of these sparks I embody here as I exist. Will thee tell me? If so, lie will thee not for will I not hath me heart this time.
I recall and can I recount just as well as juxtapose my feet your shoes - their laces are perhaps, unaware of how quietly they touch the skin of my ankles that my stilletos hath left bereft of a shelter of necessary protection. They touch a little more as to reach my toenails on the concrete so dead of life, yet on it is incited such strife for the spark that emanates through me.
Oh yes dear! divine is the touch of just a lace does that stir a string of knots inside one.
Does it create buds for a million like them, yet leaves every tie undone for else's hands.
Can I, in no way that my comatose consciousness may be acquainted with, not aid admitting that some ecstacy is it.
A spectacle that I behold testifies it thus. Wonder I if you can descry it too.
Look, oh look yonder! there my dear fell a star sidereal to us. Did you see that?
'Tis a sight my eyes demand for a lifetime - may thou see it right here amidst my words -
Cerise and azure concocting an admixture of pale hues of rather darker shades somewhere on the line of horizon, and there's a smear of a violet paint on the sky above; is there a smell of meadowsweet and yarrows in my ambience. Is a florist just passing by or did he let a few petals fall on purpose for a union somewhere he is so terribly sure of? But pervades the smell, causing a nearly pefect mayhem in me; an audience sits that is starry eyed in every corner that I steal a glimpse of, time and again as I turn my visage away from yours for am I scared will I fall now.
Will I enquire hence for all that hath I told thee. Did I fall in love with you in this eye's blink? Alas! I blink again, and again and again.
Capricious as often am I, caprice I believe is it that prompts me to blink just once more as I ascertain the truth - am I in love with you.
Agony, cataclysm, qualm and quandary;
Alack! some more in here just in the blood of my veins now - melange of spiral thoughts, storms after storms causing a stampede of emotional crisis and flood all the same, rose red in color yet, with edges so black that am art my feet petrified just when thy laces intertwine with the fingers of my toes; Alas! alas! Have I lost my mind?
Call it what one may, a magical madness is it on my tongue.
As I prefer to look at what the sky unfolds for two pairs of eyes, quietly do I ask - is thy skin on mine a touch of the horizon beyond those meadows, or do I step on infinity as form both of our fingers the most beautiful knot just when these stars shine the brightest in what I will now have as my universe for an eternity?
This is no longer a lace of a shoe in leather and rough calico, but your right hand on my shoulder that stealthily senses all that I hide. I wish you would tell. How I wish you would comprehend them for can I not.
I recall every second at a time not far past the past for me to have a hindsight yet.
Moonlight Shadows, hand in hand,
Leaning through the night in the meadow,
Against the compassionate trees of faraway land...
Recall I as I can and will I recount this time as I know will you not have my hand by your own will for long - Ventured I in that evening hour, when had the time melted to become a festal aftermath, did I turn my face to see you, scared as hell was I at my core.
God! oh Divine Deity! Yet the deuce may I scream as well!
Thou sat besides me but 'twas merely a cobweb of constellations that the stars wove a tapestry of in the air that surrounded. I breathed deep.

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