As I sit here with ruminating thoughts

the wind whispers a million stories

“Eternal love is an empty lie.” 

I begin to be unsure 

“Forever” we said.

Reliving the romantic scenario 

Will they come to an end? 

Amidst the tangled mess 

You can see it deep in her eye,

the picture of pure love 

echoes in my heart.

Even in the storm of misery,

death won’t be our sadness.

Hope for resurrection

if not, 

our souls will be at peace. 

We will touch the moon 

and talk to the star,

flying high.

Our souls will be not far apart

eternal is our love.