you trace the soft lines
the slender loops
and the soft designs
with a lazy, wandering gaze
the questions and curiosities
sit comfortably silent
you do not ask
and I never tell
that you are the softness
that lingers in distant memories
you are the warmth
remembered across centuries
a constant in the sea of time
a love, never owned
but forever mine
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