The blank page is calling to my mind, "Whisper to me all that you hold."
As the pen goes to kiss the paper,
An image of you flashes behind my eyes.
The moment of kissing in the rain, where the cold made you shiver in my arms.
I hold onto you and asked you to stay a moment longer with me.
I begged for us to live down in the fields of flowers when we grow
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