as time does progress
falling victim to the ever straining
product of stress
Hearts may faint
dreams will give out
Trouble stirs
in the question of doubt
Eyes may turn
in a fear of the dark
cringing out memories
of the initial spark
The spark that had
begun this impassioned flame
fueled by the heart
but beautified by the dame
Oh to only hit a note
that will forever sound
catching a rhythmic pattern
that has yet to be found
For the song in the making
has begun its aching
in a sense that untold feelings
are now awaking
Dread may have the upper hand
as the cards are played
but little does the dealer know
that the victims are not afraid
No, they take the stance
continuing the advance
in a search for
the art of true romance
For the day has just begun
on the journey ahead
step by step
by their hearts they are lead
For sunshine may not always appear
to be the source of light
but relies on the moon's memories
in the darkness of the night
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