Becoming yours,
And getting lost in
Our stars, our delicate skies
Is more than just
Sinful delights and
Lingering fantasies.
No, our love is more than this.
It’s like a dagger of truth,
That pierces my weary
Heart and bleeds the sadness
From my wounds.
It’s like the burn of a fire,
Scorching and roaring,
Clearing away the brittle
Heartbreak of yesterday.
You made me see the stars again,
Take in the beauty of a nightscape
I never believed to be real.
You are like dawn in a desolate place,
Giving light to my shadows,
And hope for my loss.
I found us between the lines
Of forgotten passages,
Strings of archaic words,
No longer spoken.
I’ve scribbled poetic verses about us,
At the bottom of old books.
Books that told the stories of love
Ending in tragedy.
But ours would be different,
Wouldn’t it?
We will accept our fate,
Wait for Chiron,
Hand in hand
And watch as forever comes to
An end.
And I will bring all my poetry in
My casket,
And take with me
My words written about you,
And will walk deep into the night,
Where I know your soul
Waits for me.
Because when morning strikes
And our time is done,
I’ll have my memories
Of making Monday’s child smile
And fall in love.
Fall in love,
In the face of doubt and
Certain doom.
Because loving you was the dream.
A dream of whispering wishes
That came true.
©️KVP
Art: “The Lovers,” Courtney Knowles, Death & Bloom Art UK
Prompts:
“Whispering wishes”
“I will bring all my poetry in my casket.”
“I found us between the lines.”
“Like dawn in a desolate place.”
“A dagger of truth.”
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Prompts:
“Our stars, our delicate skies” #loveletters @wilder_rose_
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