My hair was black
hers was brown
My smile was stubborn
hers is flabbergasting
My eyes were grayish smoke
her was ocean green
We shouldn't be together
but we are
She was twenty-three
and i was watching her
the thorns were bleeding my hands
but despite the pain
t'was a red and lascivious rose
she gazed as i held it tight
with a wee sneer she held my hand
it took all of me
but i gave it to her
and she smiled
i never realized that a smile could give such hope
until that day
our love is quite peculiar
enchanted, you might say
we held the world
and created reality as our own
we lived apart from all else
but, there's just something beyond our comprehension
time
time upheld us
it took cover at first
we felt so infinite
but it is clear that time is not our friend
time is just too unpredictable
too impalpable
that it surpassed us
nevertheless, not our love
our love outgrew time
it is something yet to be known
we grew
we aged
and we loved
until the end of our time