Evermore, nevermore…

Evermore, nevermore…

Evermore, nevermore.

Maybe forever?

Maybe just a slow dance?

I put my face into her auburn hair and

I whispered to her.

Sheena, my dear Sheena.

Please make this night last forever,

please stay with me till the the end of days.

Dear Sheena smiled and she told me.

Promises are made to be broken,

kind and sweet words can become cold and useless.

Real love can withstand the test of time.

True love will survive the bad and the good days.

Love can be fickle and

love is like  a puzzle.

We will add new pieces and can create a canvas of hope.

Maybe we need less promises

and allow the movement of time to be kind to us.

Coyote