The days grow long and the nights grow short
Emotions and thoughts have become hard to sort
There wasn't meant to be any sorrow
But I feel Your love I can no longer borrow

Though the path we have chosen has come to an end
There are brighter pastures for us around the bend
We'll remember the good times along with bad
And neither of us will forget what we had

But there was a fork in the road that we both had to face
Knowing there would come an end to our loves embrace
Soon we will find ourselves happier than before
Hopefully walking for never more.

Every poem I write is of you.

I write of your chiseled jaw and cheeks.

I write of your collarbones, from whose depth I could drink wine.

I write of the bed of stars you laid me down upon.

I write of your golden skin under the soft white sunlight.

I write of your eyes which remind me of the moon.

I write of your spine which resembles the solar system.

I write of my love and of my man, whose entire soul resembles the composition of the universe.

And I can only hope I am a galaxy within it..

(i. r)