What can I keep?
The words that inspire,
a fluttering madness?
The sound of hearts,
pleading to be set free.
An image of a dark night
under star-filled skies,
hands intertwined,
chests pounding along
the beating of the drums.
On a bed of soft green,
covered by a warmth
that I cannot find words for.
This moment,
fleeting but infinite,
like your eyes onto mine.
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