We sat motionless at the utterance of love,

With mouths suddenly parched and hands numb,

While words toppled not from our lips, but from our eyes,

Which uttered the depths of the heart.

We sat motionless at the utterance of love,

In a locale far above serenity, and far beyond love,

Where everything we are, and everything we could be,

Was stained by the mark of ourselves.

    -Jefferson Davis-

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