Come round love.
there's a tick to our tock.
time and its heartbeat of a clock.
stop, pause, end...
only to start again.
come round love.
with flowers and poems of us.
for we travel those roads...
familiar and foreign to us.
wind blown hair,
a hot mess of wtf...
while tunes swirl and twirl
to the melody our voices sound out.
come a day or night...
or a present now,
to a future's destined sight.
falter we shan't...
for we're too stubborn for that...
come round love...
time has once again struck.
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