Love has no need for words here.
It exists in the quiet, in the way arms wrap around each other,
not to hold but to keep. between them, time slows,
but around them, the world does not,
the branches reach, the leaves settle, the old walls bear witness.
everything else moves forward, but for a moment, they remain.
Time will take everything, youth, places, even names but love, in its truest form is untouchable. and maybe, in the end this is "all that will ever remain"
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