Sleepless night tide,
and waking to the sun -
A cloud of work for each ahead;
And a dollhouse household, to share and run.
And sometimes, precious moments stolen,
on delicate butterfly wings;
Her hasty braid twined smell of spices
with his busy shirt from yester, unforsaken.
Evenings came with a burst of flavours
missed through the day,
With stories of life, caramel or acrid,
but always, earthy and gay.
And quiet nights were spent.
Like sweet winds,
in the meadows of his heart
was her breath.
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"Aeonian" means everlasting, or eternal, here, signifying the love between a couple all of us must have seen everyday.
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