Even After Now

Even After Now

Hold my hands
tell me what you feel;
the pulse of love
or the warmth of lust.

Maybe I’m mistaken,
to think you’re my maiden.
Maybe I’m lust driven,
to call you my diadem.

But whatever it may be,
I see you inside of me.
Synced with all my being,
and making me a beautiful thing.

This alone makes me alive
like a king at age five;
you being by my side
as my wife and bride.

Whatever you think of me,
all I see is ‘us’ and ‘we’.
You may reject and forget me,
but even after now I still see ‘us’ and ‘we’.

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