A place we go
to let us know
that our love is always true
and that we will never be blue.
A memory on the edge of time
A place where we are so sublime,
A distant dream on a midnights eve
somewhere far from acknowledged leaves.
A time in which we fell deeper in love
just like to turtle doves.
We sang our songs and gave our token
to remember one single moment.
Author: Trista Moss
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