Seasons
The seasons may die and live again. Nevertheless…you will always be my girl.
The world may revolve and evolve: catapult and combust into dust.
Regardless, love…you will always be my girl.
My thoughts may clash and words may crash and ash to ash our forms shall fall.
Despite of all…you will always be my girl.
The autumn leaves may leave and strip our shame like naked trees,
the seas may freeze
and thaw again, as waves increase in a tidal-like momentum.
It matters not-
you will always be my girl.
Your face may change as years progress, your youth erased, replaced by lines that run quite deep-
Our time may weep, our bodies torn by gravity.
Our lips the same: our love ordained to stand the kiss of life and never desiccate.
Our hearts one beat...until we cease.
Until our flame flickers dyingly
Until the end
you will always be my girl.
2/2/2010