This Was Meant to be an Elegy for the Memories

The feelings that I thought were dead

Were only buried in my chest.
And when she looked into my eyes,

She saw the truth I’d not confessed.

My face was like a book she’d read,

She knew what would come next.

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A scent from years long past returned,
A rough draft left unfinished,
That struck my thoughts, and gently turned,

To rewrite the life I’d cherished.
Though the day outside was cool and still,

Her warmth asked if this love could last,

And time slowed down as moments passed.

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I tell You this and I am honest
While in a house You built just for me,

With the fireplace as You promised.

And with a blanket and some tea,
I’ve come to learn, and now I see,

This chill within is how it’ll be.