Today as tomorrow is left untouched,
The tender caress of your hand and mine, borrowed by the blessing of times gift,
Yet tarnished by the smile of todays presence,
An gift everlasting, traced by you and I, every second, every moment,
Soon to become yesterdays membrence,
Left to wither in the kindest thought,
An cocoon of everlasting grace,
To become more than just a bright wink in the streams in the sky,
Tomorrow,
To pretend were married in an ocean of stars, surrounded by the weightless clouds that make heaven's pastures,
To make you laugh at the brightest time of day,
Just As time seems to melt into so much more,
A mere glimpse into an eternity spent in your eye,
Bare truths that no longer hide in our eyes,
Hidden by the fears, that cloud the promise of today,
As tomorrow is not promised
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