If love is an art, allow me to paint the two of us.
No spaces in between, no whys, no hows, not even a single doubt.
I’ll bleed if I need be, I’ll weep if you ask of me.
I’ll paint not sand, but the skies above. Where we could still see each other, even if we were a universe apart.
Let me look at you for one last time, before you go before you’re gone.
I’ll walk to you, even in the desert just so I could reach your hand.
Even if it means forever, even if it means I’ll be chasing you over and over.
Let’s make a masterpiece, of what awaits us in a story that we’ll create.
(Poetry, Love, Romanticism, Romance, Life, Dream, Dreamer, Wanderer)
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