Forevermore, I Adore Yours

Although from birth until now may seem war torn

I think you know I was born yours

It would have been nice to be forewarned

To understand how the story forms

We could have weathered, better, the morning storms

If we'd have known these skies and eyes wouldn't pour more

That we would make a love right out of folk lore

That we would worship each other as adorned lords

Discover love like ancient explorers

So we pull these warmed swords

Out of our scorned cores

Discard these crowns of worn thorns

Let go of memories from before, stored

And wonder what the past was mourned for

We were always moving forward, towards more

Our souls are grains of sand on the seashore,

and out of all of them

(all others are mediocre)

Forevermore, I adore yours