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
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