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True love comes with time
It is neither yours nor mine
The laugh out loud, the crooked smile,
that wickedly intelligent parting line
Make you cock your head and wonder
Is there a reason for this mime?
The hair, the scent, the mood, as we pause and glance,
Walking toward the final dance
Together, forever, being as one
The nuance is over, the promise done.
You, my love, are the reason
I have danced
from season to season.
Some slow, some fast, some leave, some last.
Poet: Mike Weddell |...........................| Photographer: Jack Van der Star
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