without even seeing

as lips on the street

in December, they meet

o’er frost covered ways

we remember our days

and glance t’ward skies

a crystal surprise

in these times of yet poor

who asks of thee more

then, fresh corners we turn

each with passion to burn

walk upon littered joy

with its message, a ploy

arranged stealthily so

ought we stop, should we go

one more kiss fore decide

see a mouth open wide

home, we plunge the warm bed

no more can be said

‘twas cheer and beguile

and we stayed for a while

still see the bright smiles

the songs travelled miles

this touch here of love

surely came from above

but uneasy our sleep

new made joy will not keep

so from dream into wake

and to fragments did break

for now comes in mind

of such chill, were so blind

for we walked past the being

without even seeing

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