Past the crows, complacent on the barren boughs,
and the reddest sky escaped from the high grounds
lay my reflection only in your eyes eternal
My constant tears brought new life
to their own unseen trajectory before, without
a shroud of false, seeping into your hair,
dampened by the artifice of what should be sadness
That shared melancholy, stronger and more fruitful than any happy days past,
Seemed to disappear into lonesome eruption
until I knew you'd look this way again
And to this day, those quivering words,
those which echo amongst the dissonance,
feel just as true - I love you so much
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