To my future love.
When I love you the best that I could, even if I would deem you to perpetuate my life with all the goodness beyond the realms of the universe — please never take my words for granted.
I have known it from different sacred lovers of mine, who had stripped the stars from my teary-eyed canvas, and embezzled them for their own to glamorize theirs.
Please do believe me even if the words do not seem to seep through your heart as a glimmer of an affection so grand, it would reduce into ashes, and blow away over the passionate times to overturn as useless, futile, and flawed.
Loving you would be more than a sacrificial instance; loving you would be more than promising the Divine Creator to bless you for eternity; and loving you would be more than loving someone like you with the most prominent resolution to fix.
If your love still seemed to be detrimentally ideal and perfect, and that you were just hounding after the alterations that I could never bear to show and represent?
It would be on my heartstrings to snap and wither, but I still hope that yours would be left untouched and even more beautified by someone who could truly love you.
But if you somehow take in whatever I said, and that you will never treat me less than nothing...
To my future love, I would love you better than the best, even the best of the better.
I would.
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to my future love.
PoetryHave you ever felt the depths of your heart have its groundbreaking display to ever grace the world? It goes with the gentle zephyr to linger within every skip of the lonesome soul, every waltz of such faint fingertips, and every exaltation of sweet...
