It all seems too good to be true
Yet with all the unsettled challenges ahead
I give in and submerge
Into your gentle glaze and warm hands
Time tells love
I keep repeating
As I look at your painting
I wondered is this how you think
The girl crying in colors of red
As we finished the art
I can't help but be amazed
And I can't help but disbelieve
But be it true you have never paint
Just like was it true your every word
It still makes me love the man and art in front of me
Time tells love
I do believe
In this ever changing pace
Only birds who fly together
Don't lose sight of each other
Love does not only enjoys the present
Love wants to be in the future
YOU ARE READING
Dusk to Dawn
RomanceNarrative poetry of a bitter sweet romance - much is said in little. Some people's love started sweet Some people's love started tough Some love turns into a fairytale Some love turns into a lesson learnt ~Better to have loved and lost~ Enjoy thi...
