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Twenty-Five

Two days to a quarter,
those words read aloud;
not by the author,
but by her lover
midst in a crowd.

A day later promised
a call on the phone.
One for half past twenty
found him lost but not alone.

Like the flame of a candle
in the pouring rain,
so would their fire continue; but strained.

Before our last candles wane,
Before t h i n g s fall away;

Make haste to salvage the lost
before the day ends,
And before our romance fades.

I hold one last gift for you,
words as dear as you to my heart:
You're the only woman I've ever truly loved,
and with your spirit I will never part.

Two words that meant the world
I'm sure mean nothing anymore.
And for that, yours and mine
may fade with the passing of time
and the in coming of twenty-five days.

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Twenty-Five

Two days to a quarter,
those words read aloud;
not by the author,
but by her lover
midst in a crowd.

A day later promised
a call on the phone.
One for half past twenty
found him lost but not alone.

Like the flame of a candle
in the pouring rain,
so would their fire continue; but strained.

Before our last candles wane,
Before t h i n g s fall away;

Make haste to salvage the lost
before the day ends,
And before our romance fades.

I hold one last gift for you,
words as dear as you to my heart:
You're the only woman I've ever truly loved,
and with your spirit I will never part.

Two words that meant the world
I'm sure mean nothing anymore.
And for that, yours and mine
may fade with the passing of time
and the in coming of twenty-five days.