Perhaps the universe should be thankful that the roles we play within it are limited simply to that of a boy and a girl in love.
For if we were mountains, oceans, planets, or stars, can you imagine the havoc our love could wreck?
If you and I were galaxies colliding and separating?
Swirling masses of stars and planets folding and melting into each other.
Our thick, dark outer spaces and the light from our glistening moons bleeding into each other like watercolor paints.
Two galaxies chasing each other through the layers of the universe; playing Romeo and Juliet.
Even as just a boy and a girl, a man and a woman, our love is enough to rip the universe wide open.
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Tacenda
Poetrytacenda (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence
