I take you or granted every day

Even when you give me a shock

Every three years, warning me

To listen to your heart more.


Appa, stay.

Move to a steady beat,

And make longer strides into the future

Watch my hair turn grey, as I worry

Don’t shock me anymore, my heart is weaker than yours-


Stay Appa,

I might even kiss you more.

Is it too much to ask you to

Move to the steady beat

Of the light in our eyes

And the smiles we will share?

53 is not a large number, make it rounder.




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