True to itself, for most of the time, together…

True to itself, for most of the time, together, you and I– were all sincere; the memories sweet pansy, pertained to us, unimaginable, but freely endowed in the tender monotone, likely, by the words we uttered; in simplicity, we thrived the unfathomable, assured to hold hands, to maintain kisses– short and long; to bring closer to you what sparkled in the lens of my eyes