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So this question of love
Still lingers in her lips-

Do you still love me?

I raise my head, look straight
Into her eyes to smother
That blue page of her longing.

I tell her, upon your desires
There's still a door of opportunity-
The light in the dark exuding
A lingering scent of our past.

But memories like my mother's scent
Begins with you, as breath of dawn,
Words nurtured by blooms of hope;

Touch this hope like a petal
Lest it withers in your palms;

Perhaps I will follow you, love of mine,

Take me the whole distance home.