A love outgrown

Memories of her in his wrinkles

No love can stop the clocks

Hidden under the vast moonlit sky

Something bolder than a star twinkles


They’ve a love that feasts in passion

Diametric to the congruent of desolate

She spelled home to him unswervingly

Not given in to any temptation


Cascading feelings beneath the clocks

The world does not know of

They had each other in their hands

Long walks and late night talks



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