[Poem]: Antique Bottle

My love stood outside naked one late night
In an early summer storm
He held an antique bottle tightly in his hands
And filled it with rain
He said it was part of nature like our love
That it is pure and fresh
Sent from heaven to save him
Like him, he placed the bottle in my hands
And promised to love me forever
I sat the bottle on the nightstand
Wondering if time or nature
Would evaporate these precious drops
But turning back to him
Watching him dry his hair
While a lazy yellow cat curled up at his feet
I knew the rain would last like our love would last
Long after everything is over

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