Tomorrow could have been another sunrise
Tomorrow eagerly placed beneath her subtle languid breath
Tomorrow could shake the moon in her eyes

To save her from such a wondrous depth
To keep him in her favor until the end of this
To catch up to his adoration, though ages apart

She never planned adornments or bliss
She never planned such devotion and art
She never planned presumptuous regard

In any other instance, she might have kept color
In any other dream, she might have been marred
In any other life, there wouldn’t be a lover

He met her in a cold December, changing her dress
& if he hadn’t said he loved her, they wouldn’t be in this mess.