There is no title to failing love

Chris, my dear
listen here
of my words
you should not fear.
Too bad I can't be very near
in case I break your heart.

Is this the end?
The end of the days?
Where you and I danced
and loved
and played?
In the woods
where the creek split around us
our love so powerful that we overcame
none before us
and none after us
will know.


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