When poetry fails us,
and thoughts collapse,
when touches crumble,
what shall we have, my dear?
When the pale moon rises,
and the wind is proud,
when the moments freeze,
what shall we do, my sweet?
Are we but an instant,
Alive in yesterday's light?
Are we but a sliver of silver glass,
that's meant to be shattered?
Are we but a dream,
an endless slumber that's afraid of waking?
When the light fades,
and vacillations become distant,
when the idea is but a shadow,
what shall we see, my love?
Will our horizon beckon?
Will the tender touch be enough?
Will you take my hand
and face the storm?
Will our days be bright?
Will our winters be tough?
Will our expansions suffered
be strong in form?
When hope dims,
and embraces cool,
when tears stain my face,
what will you say, my gem?
When time is calling,
and the moments hard,
when the hurt baffles,
what shall we seek, my pearl?
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