Love me forever…
If a shimmered dawn breaks the day after,
Love me even more.
Absolutely no measure of time,
When two interwoven souls connect.
In no way are we at fault,
Of the hand destiny has dealt.
Fate unshakable and adamant.
We breathe a kindred air,
Our hearts are weightless,
Simply because,
There is not one record of wrongdoing,
Not one…
Just like fresh flowers in April,
Forgiveness was always afloat.
Both our bodies feel the degree,
Face to face we see its intensity,
Pure love is real,
Its innocence forever thriving.
Words were only meant to enhance,
Phrases swift to embellish,
The fire that burns within.
A bit frightful this roller coaster can be,
When one must genuinely fathom,
There is someone who can read your mind,
Without an utter… Without a sound.
Who is to blame?
How was this orchestrated?
Can happiness overflow?
So many questions,
Maybe Cupid can shed some light,
Maybe tomorrow will present the answers.
Morning glory brings clarity,
But for now whilst our element,
Has undeniably no measurement,
Of this infinite circle,
Love me forever… Love me the day after
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2025.
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