For The Lovers

The touch of a hand
Can you imagine its source?
You can always ask

Sparks fly together
Dust covered pathways
Lit by fireworks

Remember your oath
Let's explore them together
Traveling through time

When things get too hot
I will gladly take my leave
Sometimes three's a crowd

I will walk these halls
With ever hastening pace
Until she cries stop

Then I will find rest
I'm whatever room I'm in
With my companion

There are many rooms
Why else would we have said it?
Let's lay down in ours

Carefully crafted
Foundation perfectly laid
Infinite heaven

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