Motionless, the ceiling looks down on us. Softly softly, fingers tip toe each other til separate hands meet tied to a dance and promise in the air. Here's lovely you, loving me, and I'm in love. With the whispers of a silver storm shaking trees and sweeping streets, our hearts' afloat and feather light. This room is full, with just us two and I could stand all my life to stay this way with only you. Paint the years of forever ahead wearing our faces down - aglow with lines that time drew then left behind and a hundred and million I love you's after...I'll still be yours and you'll be mine. And this much I know will remain the truth, honest to life, cross my heart hope to die. A hundred years passed of silver storms, silvered hair and all, that there I'll be, with lovely you, loving me right beside. More than still and ever in love.x J.
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