I walk the edge of forever still
Within a well-worn path of dreams
That yesterday might remain immortal,
And explain just what it means
To hold a woman this close inside
And have her so look at me,
The same as if it were yesterday
And this moment was still a dream.
The fires of night became our days,
A draw of lace changed into linen,
Breaths of youth now blend with age
And plead fate to be forgiven.
For a thousand sighs have tempted such,
The first were sealed in the sands
Of time my heart skipped to this
As destiny finds us still holding hands.
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