The quiet echoes of your laugh take me,
Where dancing blue waters brush gently,
Your eyes take them in, you whisper softly,
I don't want to feel empty.
the footsteps upon the vacant park take me,
Where fields of color shade an eventual ending,
It is sad, and poor, that all things die,
But you look, and ask faintly,
Will you always be there for me?
There is no one word to describe it,
There is no place that does not confine it,
No star can find it, no sound has reached it,
The broken are the only ones near it.
It is a passion that time will wait for,
And stars will fall,
And death will take,
And take it all,
If I have said,
That you are mine,
And I am yours,
Until the end.