𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫
Even the harshest climates of the world,
Would ever stand against us two lovers,
Like thousand a march would our voice be heard
Love itself would be the one that conquers-
When the universe separates our place,
I will navigate the daring path of-
The depths of the ocean vowing the chase-
To the ends of the Earth, you, I found love.
They will never extinguish the wildfire,
It will grow, even Eros bats an eye,
Higher like the nature of my desire,
Darling, hold my hand, we would never die.
Love, a cure for continuous disparity.
A poison for those who lost clarity.
- Marcmire
very sweet poem, thanks for sharing