Wanting forever before we’ve begun
Telling our story with each breath of our lungs
Painting a picture of how it will be
Pinning down our winged-tipped love for all to see
Miles evaporated... enmeshed quantumly
Never once questioning if we’re meant to be
Naively believing in “forever young”
Now testing the strength of how we are strung
Dreams remain unrealised, left unsung
Promises once witnessed to which we have clung
Yet still across the stars we scribe; “you and me”
Beguiled by love, bound, unwavering... are we
© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry
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