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When I remember all the time I spent
Trying to catch your eye or make you smile;
When I recall the distances I went
To see your face--I don't regret a mile,
Or wish to have a single second back.
For every moment that I spent on you--
Each step I took--returned tenfold to me:
In every smile there is something new
To dote on, and I could eternally.
If I had all of that to do again
I'd happily retrace my every stride
And live in hope to see you say once more
The lovely words you said to me back then
Hesitating, lovelily wide-eyed
Asking me out, proposing as before.

Draft Folder

So many drafts have hidden through the years
Deep in dark folders where I do not look.
They tell of certain insubstantial fears
That once obsessed me, but which I forsook
Or that, in some sense, may yet haunt me still;
They tell of love continued and maintained
Or of its first beginnings in my will,
Of places where I once was entertained
Or that once caught my fancy on the sly.
And when I find them, they remind me of
The person that I have been by and by,
The happiness, the longing, and the love
That made me me--and so as I revise
I look to them to finally make me wise.

Growth of Memory

Half-remembered words flit through my mind
Requiring me to think back through my past.
I let them come, and as I do I find
I wish that they would linger here, and last.
The day I saw you first I can't recall
The day that I first noticed you I do;
The day you kissed me is not gone at all
Although by now I have forgot a few.
I most of all remember wishing so
That my imagination did not lie;
That we were two who into one could grow
And spread like baobabs into the sky.
I have forgotten much, but never all
And I remember that we now stand tall.

Autofanfic

I always was a sucker for the stories
That went the way I hoped that they would go;
That opened up like shining morninglories
So perfect in their alabaster glow.
I liked to read of true loves reunited
Or recognized in those known for so long;
They always made me feel the most delighted
When I could harmonize the unheard song.
The stories that I liked sometimes meandered
Turning aside for twists, or turns, or bends
But (though some might accuse them that they pandered)
They always found their way to happy ends.
I always liked those tales. And now, with you,
I like them better, since they feel more true.