Upon the shoulders of Father Time

that love

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How I long for that love,
The taste of bliss in your presence,
The purity of my emotions.
I ride the ups and downs of the popular tunes in remembrance of your company. Summer night skies remind me of the memories that still burn inside my lungs. That love, that which was ever so immortal in the twists and turns of my heart.
Forever ablaze.
My eyes burn and water in the irony of forever lasting moments in time.
That love which nourished my mind and that of which fueled ambition to be someone in your eyes.
That love.