Impossible

You are my impossible,

my only in a world full of

nevers.

My harbor in the eye

of the impassable storm.

My North Star stitched in

the fabric of Night.

The crutch need when I fall.

Warmth in the mountain chill.

Music in a blanket of silence.

Laughter in the tears.

You are my unexpected,

my flannel on a rainy day,

my heart.

In this world, I am nothing

but an enemy of love

and because of that

this make you

my impossible joy.

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