Nearness of Years
Friday, 18 September 2026
Friday, 18 September 2026
The mem'ry of that first, that lovers' hold,
From thought to feeling turns, as years grow long.
Your warm embrace, a mantle for my soul,
A verdant vine, encompassing and strong,
In constant blossom still, despite the storm,
And ever near, despite the space apart.
This, your embrace, still grows, and comes to form
A deepening relief upon my heart.
A willing and a grateful host, I stand,
As your sweet closeness on my soul attends,
Yet yearning to be once more hand-in-hand,
Though still our bond the space between transcends.
The distance 'twixt us, vast as it appears,
It can't diminish nearness won by years.
From thought to feeling turns, as years grow long.
Your warm embrace, a mantle for my soul,
A verdant vine, encompassing and strong,
In constant blossom still, despite the storm,
And ever near, despite the space apart.
This, your embrace, still grows, and comes to form
A deepening relief upon my heart.
A willing and a grateful host, I stand,
As your sweet closeness on my soul attends,
Yet yearning to be once more hand-in-hand,
Though still our bond the space between transcends.
The distance 'twixt us, vast as it appears,
It can't diminish nearness won by years.
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