my lover is worlds away,
yet the red thread still remains on my pinkie.
i hold onto a shred of hope, wishing that one day...
that thread will lead her back to me.
my lover is the moon and i, the sun.
celestial beings in a game of cat and mouse.
i run after her until my heart is fatally done,
hoping that we will meet in our now empty house.
my lover does not know,
i will forever love until my heart dies.
and to the ends of the Earth, i would go,
to see once more, those Pretty Eyes.
my love, you are worlds away, but i
will never say a final goodbye.
regardless of what you do, this love is unconditional like the poem i wrote for you.
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