Willow & Star
The Legend
Traveling Through The Sky One Night, A Shooting Star Noticed Below,
A Willow Tree, Dying, Do To No Light, It Needs To Grow.
Instructed By Her Creator, A Vision She Was Shown, Two Flames, Intertwined As Infinity, She Knew Its Meaning, So Descended Below,
As Star Approached The Dying Willow, She Whispered In His Ear, " I Am Here, My Eternal Love, And Forever Will Be Near,
You Saved My Life, In Your Debt I Am, For Your Kindness, Ive Never Known.
I Will Grow As Strong, As You Have Been For Me, For Together, Intertwined, In The Passion Of True Love,
Even If We Are Seperated, By Mortality, We Will Reunite Above.
To Aid Mankind In Its Awakening, You And I Have Served, So In Our Eternal Union, This Is What We Deserve.
About the Creator
Kaylon Forsyth
I lost my wife back in 2019 and I started this as an outlet for my emotional expression in regards to the pain from the loss, it has helped me substantially since that time, and I have put great effort into all of my efforts since then.
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