was yesterday
I wrote of us
in swirls of purple ink
joined my name
more than once with yours
tethered hooks
to tame my lines
with hearts of indigo
vines a shade of violet
still I love

silver streams
between and just
circled with my soul –
evermore arrived
and all I knew
was destiny
a truth unknown
a path
from then returned
cursive touching
hands beneath
the page

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