The Endless Story

The sun could rise in the furthest skies.
So far away, beyond sight of our eyes.
And as the wake of dawn will creep onto the world,
revealing roads which lead to paths so curled.
We will walk with hearts sealed with love,
along the stoned gravel below the skies above.

Hand to hand our passion is forever concrete.
No barren weather will ever be our defeat.
Our flower will bloom through scarcest of times,
and the petals will forever colour our lives.
Roads we travel will only be our’s to follow,
as our love will never die,it is our shadow.

Seasons will pass like changes of wind.
Rain will pour down, drowning hearts of sins.
The moon will crash down breaking gravity,
but we will hold strong against all calamities.
The world will watch us as we make history,
and fill the empty pages of our endless story.

But wait, maybe we’re both blind and foolish.
Me with my words and unending gibberish.
You have shown me a light no sun has ever shed.
Illuminating the ways of passion and love as said.
So maybe we love to choose this path we walk,
seeking the moment we cherish with our little talks.

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last time modified: Feb. 11, 2012, 12:54 p.m.