Lone violins at dusk: A poem

Illustration of couple with moon
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A love that never forgets 

Candlelit flames that never flicker off 

 

A trust so deep and sure 

It’s in our very blood 

 

A lone violin aching through the night 

Follows our footsteps to the ends of the Earth 

 

Where to — 

A destination yet to be known 

 

What for —

A purpose yet to be discovered 

 

Only the warmth of our clasped hands 

Overpowers the melancholy tune of the violin in our path 

 

Hearts so intertwined 

Your dreams end where mine begin 

My lips tell the story your mind contemplates

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