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LINGERING

You touched my hands
That is how you opened the flood gates
You kissed me straight in the heart
How could I forget that
You sparked
And did a little more
Like a star
You dazzled
An imprint you became in a lovers heart
A lover would never forget
A lover's longing you became and persisted
Like lemonade sour and sweet
Unsatisfying and unyielding
A pain and pleasure to hard to give
A treasure for sure
Like a sad masterpiece
Adored like confounding portrait of Mona Lisa
A longing that would rather go and rather not
A cord that would rather end and rather linger
A taste that would rather persist
Almost a blasphemy
You stepped an inch closer to a diety
How could I look into your eyes
Without a thousand conflicting emotions
I remember
Every word of my promise
They felt holly
I remember
I remember like they were engraved on a stone tablet in my heart
I remember
Like they will never grow old 
I remember
The songs we listened to and danced together
I can't forget our unpopular choices
The risks
Lost in our heads
Fearing but fearless
How could I take this profoundness for granted
How can I? 

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