Love, undying, incomparable in measure,
by Jayson White
You and me, the wind, the world a feather,
Lovers through any and or all endeavors,
Me, under the impression we’re gonna last forever.
Reality strikes-to my heart, a woundless blow
To my lips, burning, harsh, everlasting cold,
And I remain, here, freezing, standing alone
With no place left for love to grow-
Or so it seems,
As I meet somebody, the girl of dreams,
Angelic, as I may venture so far as to deem,
She becomes my love, my, once more, everything,
And I sit here, finally able to breathe.
Finally able to see.