Maybe our love is not like a Shakespeare sonnet
Not like a Wordsworth verse
Not like an exotic epic
No poet will recount our romance
No minstrel will sing about our pain
No museum will document our loss
Maybe our love will just fill up the empty, invisible spaces
Between the crunched up lines of old library books
And unfinished whispers of a conversation
Maybe it'll seep through the crevices of our broken hearts
Maybe it'll be the cement for mended ones
Or maybe
It'll all just be forgotten
Our love might just remain a mediocre melody
A banal ballad
A mere aphorism
But neither the certainty of oblivion
Nor the impending loss of you
Can ever make it any less real
Any less passionate
Nothing can ever make our love,
My love for you,
Any less divine.
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You and I || Love Poetry
PoetryShort collection of 5 poems about all kinds of love- the short and sweet one, the long and eternal one, and the mundane unromantic one. Read through this book when you are in love or missing love. The main character for this poetry collection is Y/N...
