I see the truth unfolding in my dreams,
our love exists as interwoven time.
And time is just as simple as it seems,
as basic as the meter in a rhyme.
Our time together doesn't seem to play
into the universe as now defined,
for time's a mere division of the day,
to universal pendulums confined.
But, linear, kinetic, all askew,
arrayed in any manner that may be,
no matter how defined, my love for you
exists in every moment granted me.
And only God himself could grant us this...
the universe began with our first kiss.
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