For The Last Time, Lets Make This Time Last

In the past 22 years, I’ve felt nothing greater than your touch.

My eyes are a slave to your beauty.
That doesn’t rhyme
But neither does the clock
We never measure time
By each tick or tock.
Instead the hours
I don’t measure your heart,
Neither the love of ours.
Because who can count to infinity
You know the inner me.
We have our differences
Argue on a few or more instances
And still..
Nothings perfect except you
You’re mine. But you possess me too.
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