I know of a story tampered with,
The ends were cropped off
Silently and quietly
So the ending was never known
But it meant the relationships
that were in reality cut short,
Seemed like they were
still to go on forever.
Here we are the forever,
A lingering space between the
known and unknown,
Sometimes it is a forever as
vast as a full page,
Other times we are a forever as
long as the miles in a light year,
The books do not tire speaking of our unison,
After all love is this fruitless tree,
An endless sea,
A life of you and me.
And what a beautiful feeling it is,
to smile,
And laugh,
And hold
On to love.