Higher than the highest tree
we rest on the clouds filled with glee.
the softest of soft clouds encircle us,
we are surrounded by an abundance of love.
The greatest of love isn't great enough
to suffice as a description for our love.
our cloud so high we lack of air -
our love cannot ever be compared!
We get high on our affection
and drunk on our admiration.
Although the air so thin we can hardly breathe,
we struggle not, we draw breath from each other effortlessly.
Higher our cloud rises– higher by the hour;
it blossoms more beautifully than any flower.
One day soon we'll reach the stars of space
as we get lost in the depths of love in our face.
Easily we'll reach the furthest stars
as we connect with each other's hearts.
Our souls are one with each other
and never will we ever love another
with the depth of love we share
we're a constant, we'll always care
and love and find our way back to each other,
up in the clouds we will remain now and forever.
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A Series Of Events
PoetryI've found that I am most comfortable in discomfort and chaos, as opposed to serenity and happiness; probably because this broken part of me is all I've ever known. love, turmoil, desperation, infatuation, betrayal, death. these poems will contain...
