The lovers,
So destined to be happy,
Focused to be inlove,
Thriving to be perfection.
Never looking back ,
Always running forward,
Forgetting the oddities,
The past, the pain, the hurt.
La'Amoureux.
The hopelessly optimistic,
The dedicated, the brave.
The lovers never seen for their dedication to love,
But for their hopelessness,
The fights,
The pain.
Never to be seen for the love,
Til death do us part,
La'Amourex.
Forever together,
The lovers interwoven,
Forever one as a vine,
Wrapped so graciously around their sign,
Lovers in life,
Lovers in death.
Destined for greatness.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe I'm crazy. Or worse Maybe I'm sane.
PoetryThis is just some odd and in short writes I've done through out the years.
