Eternity
A busy street, in the middle of town,
The rhythm of the beat, the heat, abound.
Suddenly, a tingle, I turn around.
My heart skips a beat, and the sounds wind down.
The man of my dreams, a prince with a crown,
We locked eyes, lips, as if nothing were ‘round.
We danced and twirled, floated up off the ground.
He in a suit, and I wearing a gown.
But the lightning crashed, and the thunder rolled,
A letter came, and he was sent to war.
Promised me we’d be for eternity.
Prayed for his safety, but the answer was cold.
His face, I saw, as I drifted into the shore.
‘Cause eternity, he promised to me.
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