The idea of holding hands, talks in the moonlight of forever,
In dancing through the midnight, hands in hands, kissing on the sighs of every failed endeavour.
Conversations that brew over coffee, eyes that interlock when the world ceases to exist,
A dance of souls, where only the visions of each other persist.

I love Love, but in the present stance of my existence, I chose to be with me,
To hold my own hand, to behold myself in gloom and glee.
I want to know what excites me, what brings life to my eyes
I want to learn my deepest secrets, those that underneath the surface lie

I want to travel to the places that bestow the awe of this amazing life
I want to dance in the madness of being alive.
I yearn to chase my dreams, ones that ignite a fire within my heart.
I want to heal all my darkness, one that tears my soul apart.
How can I commit to someone else when I have not even unravelled me?

There is so much yet to embrace, so many parts of my soul I have yet to see.
I am dating myself in this era of my mortality, where love creeps within the backseat,
I beckon to feel the fleeting sands of time tracing my feet.
Painting myself in the sky of dreams, where ounces of words find their redemption free,
Off the sands of love, find me in the depths of my poetry.

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