I can't help
But picture it
Our perfection
Like a secret only we knew
Your beautiful grin
My ski slope nose
The sounds we made
When we were fully engaged
In bloom
Ripe in season
My love for you
Pours from my pores
And fills a clawfoot bathtub
Can I trade for one more moment
One more moment
Of feeling like yours
I never stopped believing
You'd find your way back
My hand is still stretched back
Looking for yours
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