Immortal

What we have, can’t be explained
Or quantified.
It’s not to be understood
Or comprehended.

Our love is unpredictable
And unapologetic.
A miracle amongst the rubble and the ashes of the real world.

Our love is blind to the pain that surrounds us.
Because life is treacherous.
A magnifying glass,
Amplifying each other’s talents and burning away each other’s pasts.

Our love is the antidote to the poison of sorrow, that courses through our veins.
The thing that keeps our hearts beating.

Our bodies may die,
But our love lives on in the galaxies.
Our love makes us phantoms, floating amongst the stars.

Our love makes us immortal.