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Looking out at the clouded sky that is not grey But also isn’t blue Reminding herself of the times The laughter they shared While talking over the phone So long and late Their voices were hoarse Neither could tell you what day it was And if the clock had passed the twelve The mystical midnight Over romanticized and used by Romance writers and lyricists Striving to tell a story of the perfect love Where lovers make love at midnight On the dunes at the cape Or the kiss at midnight as one year becomes two And the month becomes January Real love is timeless And getting lost in their eyes Or their embrace, or their smile Or listening to their laugh Or the words being formed by their enticing lips And being lost such that the world Just falls in place And between one minute, one hour, one day You could not tell the difference And you could stay that way for an eternity Just gazing into the depths of their soul Through the looking glass that is Their sweet and mystifying eyes Which fix their stare to meet yours Which return the stare, afraid to blink And miss a moment But do not fear letting someone else see into their soul And their fears and desires and secrets, that can not remain secrets Leaving yourself wide out and vulnerable Is never so easy As when you are in love Looking back out at the sky that is not pitch But also isn’t the dark inky blue She recognized the twinkle of the stars from his eyes In the distance, a church’s deep bell rang And sounded to twelve She smiled, looking at his eyes in the sky She did not hear it And the last remnant echoes of the bell tower's chimes Faded into the night