I Wonder If You Always Tell The Truth

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Progression Through Mystery

With each new season's turn I further fall,
Rapid descent I have no wish to stall.
Our meeting gazes gleam reflections clear.
Less you my future seemed never so near.
Preoccupied nights ever restlessly spent.
Admonitions of daylight forced me to repent -
Idle attributes acquired at the feet of time;
A clockwork silence in permanent chime.
In word and deed, prolific to provide,
Protection for you, my fragile pride.
This weak-willed world would I defy
To prove myself worthy your tears to dry.
Slaying James Whitworth in one-sided consent,
Dividing these memories of discontent.
Now melting beneath the glow of your sun;
Infinite progression through mystery begun.