One hope; Armour

Thine armor, clouds may veil the sky, Yet thy feelings, fade, in silence& lie. Some stories are not meant to be, The sky, the moon; Like, thee and me. A beautiful page, writes by author's hand. Connects emotionally; not physically, The write he created, so foolishly. Armour, we couldn't end in beautiful light 'Cause the author's hand had sealed our right In other words, Neither the time changed; nor the story gets erased. I hope, to meet you in next life; So, author grants us a destined path. The Hope to be yours & you to be mine, is still alive........