How many gentle deceptions
have come between us?
Where is the gate
through which we came?
Our history has grown together.
Neither of us can find the
edge between us.
We have accumulated sorrows,
pain, and always,
the joy of being with the other.
Is this the quality
that some call love?
And makes them one?
Then truly,
we are in love,
hopelessly,
forever.
In Love?
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