For that afternoon, I
would give everything.
When life was so acute, rain
drops weren't unnoticed,
and my shoulders sagged
only a little
under the weight of sorrow.
Equality of smile wasn't equal
with tears, and you held gently
the heart I'd given,
against artillery, judgment,
and other's reasons.
You see, I love you so
determinedly,
that life refused of itself
garnishment of any other
soul.
You were mine, and I
was yours.
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