12/12/2020
I’ve no clue of what the morrows will bring
But the thought of you makes me dream
Of blue skies and sunny weather,
And quiet nights next to each other.
It used to feel so odd to even think about romance
Back when love was just a word without a chance
It’s way too ineffable even for poetry to convey
For my part, I know nothing of certainty, but I’d love it if forever you could stay
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Sparkles and Poetry 