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Love O’clock

Every passing second
and flying minute,
I remember the hour
that brought us to this day.
A day turned into weeks, months and years of indelible loving experience.

You became the ticking clock on my wall,
guiding my heart never to fall.
With no battery you kept ticking,
giving me every reason to keep kicking.

Every o’clock
is an amplification of our love.
And the tick-tock
is the initiation of our love.

You became the minute hand
to my sluggish hour hand.
And whether we live in Ohio
Or we relocate to Tokyo
we won’t lose time.

Even in space
we’ll keep the pace.
For the love we share
is awesomely boundless everywhere.

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