I hold your heart in my hands,
I still feel its warmth... its steady beat,
The cold outline of your blue eyes
Hide well the deep mystery of your soul.
I have the clock of time set to your beat,
The seconds tick to the rhythm of your heart,
I gently try to turn back the hands
To erase me from your mind, start again.
But with each tick... tock... tick
It only takes me further from you
The beats of my own heart fill the space
Between yours, no longer beating as one.
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