Once upon a time, months ago,
you promised me a love
you said will never end.
We decided that we will never let it forego.
But the illumination of that love grew strong,
and as fated, we burned alone,
leaving each other to walk alone.
Dirty and maligned we are today
but fearless again, we thus stand effront.
And with undeterred will I dare to ask,
“For that lovely bliss,
I am yours,
will you be mine alone?”
unfinished creations 