theres a certain simplicity about us that gives me pink and purple butterflies.
the way you can write about me in vivid colors, when the world around you is in black and white.
they way you fight battles for me, against yourself and me.
the simple way our hands fold together, or the way your last name fits perfectly with my first.
we're simple, intertwined by a simple red string at the tips of our fingers.
to help us home,
to the end of time.