In the morning light, we sip our dreams,
But later, the coffee cools, its warmth fades away.
The steam that once danced in playful beams
Turns to whispers of moments we let slip astray.

Later, you might turn your gaze from my eyes,
The spark of our laughter, a flicker in history.
When the thrill of the chase turns to comfortable sighs,
Will you wonder if love was just fleeting mystery?

Later, the sun sinks, the shadows grow long,
The chorus of day fades to night’s quiet tune.
We’ll weave through the twilight, our hearts beating strong,
But do we dare dance under the pale light of moon?

Later, we’ll grow up, with dreams tucked away,
As life’s currents sweep us down uncharted streams.
We’ll wear our regrets like an old coat of gray,
While the echoes of youth linger soft in our dreams.
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