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Time, sometimes

Holds meaning

Embedded within itself

This, I understand as truth

Yet time, sometimes

Is a fickle imitation in its interpretation

Of what I feel within you

Depth

That you don't know or yet understand

There are times, sometimes when

These distinct intrinsic moments arise

So profound and so familiar in its subtle prominence

All senses expand only to immediately retract

To focus 

More closely

Understanding dawns gently

Essentially approaching the brink of tears

Though there was no spasm, ache, or strain

Out of physical mortal pain

Time, sometimes

Is tenuous and delicate

As it is tenacious and incessant

Unquestionable is that truth

I'm trying to describe

The visual representation of your

Inner perspective illustration

That mirrors mine

After I've kissed you

See time, sometimes

Just...

...Stops

Though there is no spasm, ache, or strain

When I look at you

When I see you

In those times...

My heart just...

Drops