Why do they think, such weak thoughts,
Of incomplete carelessness, and tainted fidelity.
We must remove, unjust fears,
Abolish shame, and kiss away pained tears.

Until the end, it will feel great,
This almost proves the existence of  fate.
Without frowns, we finally feel love
We are welcomed even
By the tiny demons below.

They help make the pleasure last,
You and I know it, and accept it.
Telling secrets, to each other,
Killing lies, for each another.

We caress each other, with acceptance,
Never do we wonder, how we feel
The chill air, that is to come,
Finally arrives, right outside the window..

Togetherness diminishes, the one break,
But, I think we are, akin of spirit.
The line that never breaks,
Has been there since the beginning.