Our feelings—
I suppose it is truly fair to call them love—
Blossomed as the world was ending.
Thousands of people caught up in bonds of hatred
And the impossible thirst for power,
They were the backdrop of our romance,
The memory I now associate with the months that were our relationship.
To me, it happens to symbolize
That our souls began our romance with the intention for an ending;
However, it need not be a permanent conclusion.
Hope is the ever-present condition of human nature
That we as people forget about,
Failing to recognize its grasp on our days’ events
Second by second,
But never forgetting
That there is indeed one factor that causes us to stop and think,
If even for a moment,
Of what we truly desire.
About the Creator
Lizzy Gabrick
I spent many years reading and writing in my adolescence but have found inspiration has lapsed since I have become more settled into my adult life--a career and marriage. I look forward to changing that and sharing my creations with you.
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Let's protect our mother Earth!