London Poem: Day 181

14 February

Today we have love,
Wrapped in our hands,
Our sheets, and the desire
For pale blue coloured eyes.
Today we love, but of tomorrow?
Growing surely, Tomorrow
I will love you more.
The same pace of hours
Passing over; the same unchanging
Course of my affection.
To say I love you more today
Would mean I don’t love you tomorrow,
Which is not true.
With you, a day is never enough
To gauge what exists,
It is merely a chance for everyone
Else to live a day in our shoes.

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