 | Time hasn't changed a thing...
In sporadic intervals we meet,
For such moments, with time I compete.
Could be a month, or nearly a year....
It never matters when you're here.
As I lay close embodied to you,
The outer realms we hold break through.
I listen to the beats of your heart,
Seems never a day we've been apart.
As if the very long wait,
Was never really a day too late.
For if a hundred years went by...
My love for you would never run dry.
Written by Brieanna M Norwood
Submitted by Brieanna M Norwood |  |