the room is spinning like the gears of a clock
its gotten so late but it doesnt matter
time stopped the first time you saw her
it seems like a lifetime and a day ago
all one in the same
the room is silent from the end of conversation
the only sound now is beating of hearts
its the art of young love
so delicate and innocent
the moment is all that matters
two sillouettes outlined in soft moonlight
her eyes in his and their eyes locked
so subtle is the movement
that both are startled by the closing gap
when their lips finally meet
no more beauty in all of nature
than when a pair of youthful lovers
lose sight of all else
and kiss as if tomorrow would never come
and yesterday never happened
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