Tell me the tale of how we meet
Where expanding footsteps begin a journey
And growing honeysuckle is drenched after a pouring
All roads come to an eventual end
Until you find a new place from which to begin
I'll search high and low, and recoup from the past
Knowing that time is all that will last
I'll wither the storm, and emerge through the flames
Weilding the scars that remember her name
I'm not a poet, or someone who can write
Just a worn man searching for meaning in life
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