Love Story

Sometimes I imagine us as a story Unfolding, a fantastical romance Filled with horrifying social monsters, rendezvous after school, awkward, witty charisma And us brilliant but scattered and creative but detached Ours is a great tale finding the outstanding within the usual with an end yet to be discovered a beginning to be continued a future to be explored A large part of me hopes us will be eternity but we will deal with life as it comes our story will go on So meet me under the flickering streetlamp My dark-haired mister To kiss my eager lips hearts pounding in our warm embrace Let us keep writing our story