All sense points you here
Yet your heart is willful
And unyielding in its
Stubbornness to not let go,
Of that which has gone by,
That which was not to be
Time slips through the gaps
Rushing by as I await
That dawning of sense,
That revelation of truth.
Doubt claws in vain,
My heart's solid belief
Just as unyielding;
I long for the day when
It'll be written in stone.
I'll be yours, forever.
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