Love's Song

by cupcake   Mar 10, 2007


You and I will be 'til the end of time
and our destiny is but a rhyme.
Long strolls through the park
and phone calls after dark.
Hands entwined
bodies unwound.
Love dance to the music
that plays in our soul,
our hearts are one-half
of a whole.
Cherish the moment of being complete
until we delete
one another from our lives
then our hearts will take a dive
and plunge into knives
of pain, untrustworthy, lies.
You and I will be 'til the end of time
and our destiny is but a mime.
No strolls, no calls.
No walks, no talks.
Just a sad expression upon our faces
when we see the other with another face.
We pick up the pace
so we can replace
the memories we have stored away
but no amount of kisses will take the lost away. You are mine and I am yours
thats the way it's meant to be.

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