Time with you

As I lay here alone in the dark
I'm reminded of how we've come so far
Talking, expressing,
Refraining from repressing.
I wonder how far
Does love stretch or expand,
I'd gladly cross oceans
Just to hold your hand.
As time is a theme
I cannot grasp and hold,
I know that as it passes
Our story unfolds.
Though without knowing
Minutes or hours or days,
I fight the swift current
To follow your way.
And if I am swept away
In the search for my quest,
I hope you remember that
By knowing you I have been blessed.

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