The tremors of my palm,
Written on a page.
Blurred,
Slurred,
As tears fall
Letters age-
Fade.
Eyes decay
With the tears,
Blurred vision over years.
The ink smears in many ways.
To this day,
Gasping for lack of liquid life,
As moisture dries the wet.
Onset past with broken futures
The ink's dripping,
Seeping into
Page
After
Page.
Written memories,
Thoughts,
Sudden emotions,
Drown into one
Swirling,
Twirling,
Mass of black.
As my ink dries,
You mix your own,
And our teardrop romance novel
Is in motion once more-
In the eyes of the beholder.
Dip your quill, dear love.
Remember the past:
Hesitation,
Inspiration,
Intoxication,
Of intense light,
Sounds who last,
As the rain above.
Or maybe me, my love.
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