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A Timeless Vow

Focused on opposite directions, who’d have thought we would ever intertwine

still and all we settled, perching on each other’s soul,

like the Gulf of Alaska, converging but not merging

for we were contradictory yet inseparable opposites.


I came to light from behind the closed doors, without caution but with curiosity

and purged my heart out, into the glass you held so gently,

my need to sense the breeze and run my hands over freedom was satiated

and without you proposing to, I was willing to walk down the road with you.


You hiked into the dark roads of my city that were waiting to be found

crafted countless reveries that wouldn’t escape my memory for an eternity,

I am overwhelmed by the sanctity and purity of what love tends to bring

thank you, for being the waterfall to my crater.


The world is round, the travellers told so

so don’t worry if you get lost in this odyssey,

we shall always be united under the umbrella of the sky

and I, I vow to always bring you home, to yourself.

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