Forever, I choose you.

Days on the balcony, thinking of you.

The wind sweeps me up like a weathered broom.

Hair in my face before I pull it back.

Are small tasks really this hard to do?

Clouds up ahead, humbling my mood.

I shan’t get too happy lest I lose this feeling too.

Love is fleeting they say. But that’s not true.

Love is forever. Because forever, I choose you.


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