Oh sweet improbable

Oh sweet improbable of guess, and who was I to know
that words I spoke in faith would turn out true?
I looked into your eyes tonight and memories returned
of nights I saw your eyes and witnessed you.
And Memory was in the air, for when your hand touched mine,
it clung and, hesitating, dropped away
as if you sensed the love we had was even now not done
and in your laugh was what you dared not say.
Old dreams, lost dreams, mirrors and memory,
dark nights, dark eyes, kiss and leave us true.

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