Tuesday, February 14, 2017

All shall be well

Are you not here?
Right here, in my heart
You know what storms I hold
I know how your volcanoes taste
But that’s not all, is it?
All those tornadoes, of our woes
will be pacified.
All that lava of pain will turn cold.
Because, a story will be told
of our endless love.
Believe me, my love, there’s no end.
Every page will be filled
with your smiles,
with petty fights that happened,
and what will remain, insane, yet humane,
is us, with all our hope.
All shall be well my love,
because the journey,
has just begun,
and we’ll walk all the way,

as one.

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