I shiver at your touch
Adrift in a sea
Of distant memory.
It sounds like too much
But I cannot believe
How swiftly I retreat
Like a turtle into its shell
I’m scared of what will become
Of the heart’s evolution
As we revolve around the sun.
As we float on
This shabby raft of destiny
I know how fine we’ll be.
Four bobbing souls of gold
Intertwined at the seams
We’ll find security
Like a turtle into its shell
Aware of what will become
Of the heart’s evolution
As we revolve around the sun.
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