For-Ev-Er

Three syllables shouted across states,

Along with the phrase: I love you.

And I do.

Like the fish,

Swimming in the vast, blue abyss

Loves the water.

But a word is just that,

A compostition of letters,

An expression through sound.

There is no embrace,

There is no sweet kiss,

There is no hand to hold.

There are simply words,

With the promise of a hurried visit every now and then.

And these words,

Crafted so beautifully by your sheer brilliance,

They shine a bright light in the buzzing darkness.

And the hardship is well worth the wait,

When the endeavor finally ceases,

Forever will be ours.

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