More Often Than Not
There where no one sees but me
Travel I do once destiny
Spoke of things, yet to come
Placed in me of heart she won
There where time stood still of ticks
Frozen hands of hours bliss
Minutes too gave way back then
Treasured moments, longed for to spend
Like Beast who looks through life's keyhole
Behind closed door, fonder I grow
She knows not of my presence here
Or there where feelings today mine steers
South of North, of great divides
But knows my heart where she abides
I'll love not one like her again
Alone is best as time does lend
A thought to quench my thirst for her
Sweet taste of days hunger still stirs
More often than not, I breathe of her
Inhaling love as if it were
Last kiss of life still to occur
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