What we have, can’t be explained
It’s not to be understood
Our love is unpredictable
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.
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