It has suffered so, this flesh
and yet within these moments out of time,
it is as fresh and clear as in my youth.
I look upon you - notice that your hair
is turning gray. There is a bit more
weight that lies within your countenance.
Yet all of this remains as
as the first day that we ever met.
For our love has made it so.
And this loving energy, that we
so frequently bequeath upon
each other - ever does it heal
much more than us.
The tally never really mattered
it was no more than just a force
of utter devastation of the love
that we so need - for here, between
us two, the infinite has joined in too -
and ever shall we live its worth
? Michaelette ?
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