A love that won't die,
A lean-to or crutch,
A kiss on broken brows,
A lingering, soft touch.
The prophecy of complex life,
A promise of love.
To live, to breathe, to laugh.
A mouth, set to curve.
Hands, holding; hair, blowing
Tears wiped away.
A promise that won't break.
You'll soon be okay.
Your life is broken,
your soul, contrite;
But if I'm with you,
then everything's alright.
We can run away, live forever,
Finally, be happy.
Create lives that we want,
Dreams that come true.
Although I can't promise that
things won't be broken
But I swear that I will never leave.
This is beautiful. I really really love this poem a lot! *hugs*
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