This was it this is what had been waited on for so long.
Glistening eyes and an open heart
that of which echoes thunder
It had been said it wouldn't come for many years but hope has proven other wise.
Dangerous it is being so close to something so rare and valuable but yet so priceless .
Not a soul nor a being can render the utmost of riches to claim what is her eternity and the serendipity which lead to him.
For he is hardly seen.
She professes she can feel the heat from miles and miles afar, feels the sparks on her tongue.
The meteoroids small bijou's skimming the pure scented skin of herself
she appears to cease to exist when being compared to his grandeur.
It is as if he is her and her him.
One.
They are still circling the universe in nirvana.
Her savior her life: Comet Jonathan her eternity, serenity.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 5:32 PM UTC
This was it this is what had been waited on for so long.
Glistening eyes and an open heart
that of which echoes thunder
It had been said it wouldn't come for many years but hope has proven other wise.
Dangerous it is being so close to something so rare and valuable but yet so priceless .
Not a soul nor a being can render the utmost of riches to claim what is her eternity and the serendipity which lead to him.
For he is hardly seen.
She professes she can feel the heat from miles and miles afar, feels the sparks on her tongue.
The meteoroids small bijou's skimming the pure scented skin of herself
she appears to cease to exist when being compared to his grandeur.
It is as if he is her and her him.
One.
They are still circling the universe in nirvana.
Her savior her life: Comet Jonathan her eternity, serenity.
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