I hear this grand song from the lips of my Love: Forever you’re mine, you are enough
Is this not the same place in which most men die?
Love that, without the world, I'd have never known
That night, as I laid bed, stories running through my mind, with a groan and creak, I lifted my head, then I understood, and I cried
All I see in photographs from years ago is a chance to go back and retake every picture standing next to her
A senseless adage of “early to rise, early to bed,” so I shall not sleep instead
The morning sky blushes at the sight of us
I think I'll just rest my eyes for a bit...