Poetry

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Do you believe

in always?

When time ends

I will pray my most eloquent prayer

that this ephemeral gift

be eternal.

Felicity is

but a sunrise to most

But you,

my dear, are brilliance

backed by Cerulean sky, and I

will entreat the sun not to set.

A delicate murmur

of this gentle light,

my love, an ineffable silhouette

of this...

more than rivals the Cascading

Glimmer of falling stars

Under which I will quietly

Whisper

“hush,

my darling,

it is just the beginning...”