A Stockpile Of Memories And Ecstasies

they lit into life at a lively and lovely pace
her eyes were the divine stars whose grace
drew a striking streak between a nightfall
and the glowing & growing of a windfall
their warmness gave his quietness a chase
that shone a sun set to surge & embrace
they saw in him a museum: a depository
of memories, they told her of a love story

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