The sublime touch of a thin card printed or plain
In dusty dreamland it'll mark my long lost presence without stain.
She's the lone voyager stuck in tattered world yearns to be calm
Her solitary soul found home as I wrapped her in my arms.
I'm that sonnet engraved on tarnished page
Craving for a constant bookmark in the world of changes
Carrying the cologne of our love and commitment
That one bookmarked page reminisces our eloquent embracement.
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