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Time, nobody knows
this time 
I rip life from myself. 
Love sits exposed
I kiss her body
softly, no body knows
each time,
it’s time I suppose. 
The riddle that plays
inside me,
I suppose
I should ignore. 
This time though
I struggle keeping her close
without saying those words
the world knows
the love I hold for her
in my eyes
I suppose
I’m drawn to her 
oh how I stare
I catch myself
side glances and smiles. 
She may have flaws
that draw me close
especially on Fridays
her favorite night
she’s free to explore
all her bad intentions,
I suppose
each time
I let time 
push me off balance
I see that part of her
I can’t quite
let go.  

Happy-Happy to you love…