"I am going to love you
until the earth quits
its endless rotations.
I am going to love you
until my bones run dry.
I am going to love you
until children stop coloring
out of the lines.
I am going to love you,
and I am going to do it
right," he said,
grabbing my hand.
A tear escaped my right eye,
because I didn't have the heart
to tell him
I would never
feel that way.