It's hard to think that just a few
Long lived and aching months ago
We were barely to the point of love;
We had just become a we at all,
Simply the youngest of truths
That the ageless world could show.
And when I took your hand then,
When I kissed your lips
For the first of many times,
I could feel life bending for us,
To the very creation we desired.
So we walked together in bliss,
Sometimes hand in hand and
Other times hearts were
The only connection we could come by.
And no, we never bore perfection,
For what true love really does?
There were nights where we cried,
Days where we sobbed mercifully,
So scared of losing each other
That we forgot the impossibility of it.
Even when the clouds built up,
We always seemed to shine brighter
After the sun fell and rose again.
Entwined were we through the
Infinitely minuscule moments and
Those severely searing seconds,
Left drenched and drained from
The very creation of our passions.
It truly takes my breath away,
Much like your angelic lips,
To think of who we were and
Who we are in the moment so called now.
We stand on the edge of summer,
Together forever and ever,
Until time reaches never.
Everything we've been and everything
We've yet to become are true,
Nothing in this life means
So much to me as you