Love; a sacred archive of past emotions, the morning sun to our gray beginnings
you were and you still are the object of my affection until oxygen ceases my brain
I will never love anyone as dearly nor as true, my heart will always be yours truly
there’s not a day that I don’t think of you at least once a day or slightly a bit more
it’d be a strange feeling of mine not to, when the heart longs for a ghost in mind
the hours could pass, midnight could strike; I’d be enchanted for as long as it lives
and this love can live forever within, even if we pass and says our adieu to the world
tenderly as we lay in our final resting places with memories running wild once again
let us not forget that it can be eternal, for our souls can be connected until eternity