Treaded through the darkness, and made it through the storms, as we encountered deserts, that threatened to ruin us from their warmth. The hurricanes between us ebbed and flowed until our boat was rocked, earthquakes created chasms of distance, as if our success were blocked. Tsunamis ripped apart our cities, and pirates tried to force us to abandon ship, causing me to question whether we were well enough equipped. Tidal waves rose and washed their victims ashore, yet somehow we managed to survive the subzero temperatures of our very own cold war. While it was calm, and through the rain, I saw you standing there, looking vulnerable once again. I asked myself if I was ready for another round, surprised myself when I found that I still had the strength to pursue this love that is profound. Without fail, and devoid of a single doubt within my mind, I knew I could not let go, as our love turned out to be one of a kind. Who else was I to talk to when my smile began to fade, who was going to save me from my own personal queen of spades? I swallowed my pride, and willed myself to find the strength to confide in you once more; hopped on for one more ride, hoping once again to fill my heart with our love's decor. You are the kindest knight to ever capture my downtrodden heart, the only one that dared to tear down the walls that you encountered from the start. Your persistence is endearing, and fills me with such joy, to see that I am not merely an option, and not just another child's toy. Although the Mayans may have predicted the end, our love would have kept Nostradamus guessing. I see now, through new eyes, that what we have is entirely a blessing. Kiss me, tease me, satisfy, and heal me, all I want is for you to feel me. Take my hand into your own, and look into my onyx eyes, let's sail the world, oh the places we'll go, and experience the majesty of the many suns as they rise. Ecstatic beyond recognition that we have been granted a reprise, I am more grateful than you will ever know to have you to hold until the end of time.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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