StargazingA Poem by The Pilgrim
There is no other choice to be made.
The Universe has made it clear that you are mine and I am yours until the end of time, until the stars fade to nothing and the constellations burn out. We are two atoms of the same star; star-crossed soulmates. It was written in our blood and forged into our hearts that we should find each other, that we should never stop searching until our eyes behold each other. I have beheld you, finally. I stand, gazing up into the light of your galaxies, and I am irrevocably lost in you, and I wonder, beyond any hope of it being so, if you are lost in me, too. © 2018 The Pilgrim |
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