Green
Red turning to green
More subtle hints discarded
As my eyes narrow
You stitched the edges
Saw blue like never before
Before I walked in
Now our sight aligns
Like the Christmas lights revealed
As the son foretold
So you pave potholes
Preparing to knock down cones
Knowing I won't slow
Dark grey rooms alight
As the puzzle wraps around
The answer is found
Still wrong, but so right
Without intended to be
Just intending (pursuing) you
In this way unchanged
Since floor model stealing days
And tossed pebble nights
But so much different
I hope you consider me
A wine worth the wait
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