i'll love until nothing is left,
when i am but an empty husk;
when the blood has dried
and the coffin nailed shut,
that is when i'll finally stop
or maybe death, my love defies
and i'll be finished when end is nigh;
when every leaf on earth has wilted,
when all the seas and oceans dry
and my bones are naught but ashes
but even in oblivion, love shall persist;
in the vast nothingness of space
the stars will remember and speak of us,
as a constellation in the evernight
our love will be etched in the universe
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How They Loved
PoetryI have never loved. I think I never will. But to understand it, I need to write about it. Like a detached astronaut on the moon observing the earth, the following pieces are my attempts to represent love in words through my observations of the exper...
