Melancholy filled the fibers of my lungs when I caused the arctic divide.

Idyllic pictures dripped off my pain stained cheeks in disbelief, I’d really ran you off.

Candor finally bestowed itself upon me, I clung to your lips.

Hope danced our fingers around until they interlaced, daisy’s invading our space.

Auras of a love known to all our lives before rippled across the sky.

Everything now lived in the palms stretching out to grab both hands.

Love like this is not finite in depth but tragically in time,  hold my hand for just one more rhyme .