I love you was presented in an unknown form,

But you excused the peeling of bruised hands on the merry-go-round until eyes saw a slow opening.

It was almost a surprise at how fast arms steadily wrapped around you in such little time.

Words reached up to your ear in remembrance a clear sky would be back one day,

Because true beauty doesn't care to repeat.

*A/N:

This poem goes hand in hand with another poem of mine called 'Never Memory Loss'.*