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It was there atop the edge of forever that he said it,
sitting on the lip of the cliff over the never ending sea,
the colors exploding orange over the sky and waters.
It was there he told her he loved her as he held her close,
she pulled not away, but neither said a word to him,
and so he held her still, as the sun set low upon the sky,
the air darkening then, and the moon grew bright then.
And still he holds her, waiting for eternity if needed,
waiting for the word from her that she feels the same.
The sun has not yet risen on such a word for him there,
but still he holds tight to the one in his arms so dear.
sitting on the lip of the cliff over the never ending sea,
the colors exploding orange over the sky and waters.
It was there he told her he loved her as he held her close,
she pulled not away, but neither said a word to him,
and so he held her still, as the sun set low upon the sky,
the air darkening then, and the moon grew bright then.
And still he holds her, waiting for eternity if needed,
waiting for the word from her that she feels the same.
The sun has not yet risen on such a word for him there,
but still he holds tight to the one in his arms so dear.
