Every token of love, every twig you bring to our nest
from your daily flights around the indomitus Earth,
every single time you think of me in the solitude
of the unbounded expanse of your existence
is romance.
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Every word you spend trying to explore
the recondite caverns of my mind,
every seed of future you sow in our field,
every dawn you project in our album
is romance.
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Everything that resembles you is romance,
though nothing can quite resemble you,
every time I write a verse,
and every time I throw away my pen
to prance around with you.
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