A foggy winter morning
Obscures my point of view
With timeless memories,
With millions of possibilities,
Reminiscent of me and you:
Only our present is visible
With nary a clue where we are,
But I feel that everything was worth it,
We're the closest thing to perfect
That I've ever been (so far)
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
A foggy winter morning
Obscures my point of view
With timeless memories,
With millions of possibilities,
Reminiscent of me and you:
Only our present is visible
With nary a clue where we are,
But I feel that everything was worth it,
We're the closest thing to perfect
That I've ever been (so far)
Love without a modicum of uncertainty means nothing in the end.
12/5/15
