Grow old with her til the sun dies.
Til the flowers cry.
Until the bees buzz off, forever.
Until the petals of daisies fall.

Until he dies.
When his heart is drained.
Only then.
She will fall again.

As Icarus.
She cruised the sun.
Only for a moment pure.
Love so enduring.

With fingers burned not wings.
Such an impact.
True love collided with herself.
Grow old with her forever more.

Another place.
Another time.
Love grew and died too soon.
By ladylivvi1

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