Thursday Mournings

a perfect enchantment of what love should be like
under the rain, almost reaching the night
an incredible decision under the stars
minutes had grown faintest by far
answered calls of my weeping
why recall anything else?
forever i have longed and i am healed, i am well
tonight i will close my eyes eagerly
to meet with yours as the sun stretches to the sky
and how destined i was
for this moment to come
a pure invision of what love should be like, and is
arrant in all ways and to my delight
simply everything that i have ever believed
replied to so sweetly, this is all i'll ever need
and how indented am i to my own expense?
to have opened my eyes..
and wept.

xox forbiddenwaffle©