Becoming
Two
here
at the dawn,
feeling
maybe foolish, forlorn ?
a
slight sense of guilt ?
peeking
out from your quilt.
but
elated and fresh,
grateful
for your tenderness.
we
have acted like kids,
lifting
up all the lids,
on
subjects to garner,
what
we'd dream for Nirvana.
laughing
at the madness,
of
how swiftly we'd undress,
to
learn as we go,
and
take life in the flow.
forgetting
old love sorrow,
as
we race into tomorrow.
hoping
we can prove true,
that
dream of becoming two.
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