Swift and valiant
We burst into the night
We ran hand in hand
Bodies side by side
Our footsteps ceased
Only when we reached the cliff
A place where many a young couples
Had died their love to confirm
We lied down on the damp ground
And waited for the sun to break free from its bound
Your fingers gently traced my face
Making warm tingles rise to the surface
You told me stories
Spoken in hushed tones
About those foolish lovers who are now nothing
But weathered and lost bones
We tangled and twisted flowers the colour pink
And blades of grass which turned into rings
We pushed them onto our fingers
And swore our love was more than this
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incandescent
PoésieBecause our love was like a fire: sometimes we let it consume us, and others we made it shine. A collection of poems.
