autumn comes when you're not quite done, with the summer passing you by

Tertium

Lovers' souls intermingled  with one another, dancing and singing in whimsy, like lightning bugs, illuminating the blank canvas of dark sky above them. The word love so overused, so mistaken for so many things. These two souls never used the word love.

Everything so cliché when it comes to love. Their love, so different.

Their love so evil.

Their love so sinful.

Yet.

Their love so sweet.

So gentle, so kind. Holding each other's deepest secrets in the embrace of trust and security.

Maybe lies were told, maybe untruthful things were said. 

Pain lies behind those words. Fear drips from those hurtful words. You're scared that they'll let got aren't you?

The ribbon that you so carefully tied around their finger to match yours is fading. You try so hard to keep it inside, but to no triumph.

Your words hateful  and meaningless. There's no hate, no anger. Just sadness,  just fear, that'll your magical souls will lose their light, that when morning comes, it'll all just be a distant memory.

Hope.

Such a strange word.

A painful one at that.

Hope.

Used correctly by very little, abused by so many.

Do you have hope?

Hope, that not everyday and night will be spent crying and wilting away?

Hope, that these souls lights' will never fade?

Hope, that you'll make it through the day, with a ribbon tied to both of your fingers, the brightest, beautiful red you could ever imagine.

Love has hope, hope carries love. They all intertwine, but only if you're willing to try.