Les plus lus ▸
365 days to love, and i shall give you all of my days
i only have 365 days left to love,
the doctor wailed; a year to give
away the battered expanse of a
soul who knows the end of their
span, the grim reaper looms, there
is no time to loan another's heart
for a half hearted sense of fulfilment
in search of life's meaning. i am about
to die, and yet the only person id ever
want to hold my still body is you,
who has weathered my storms and
watered my gardens, i was the hearth
and you were the blazing fire, i was the
moon and the stars and you were a brilliant
night sky, endlessly timeless and eternal,
your love was, and therefore i shall love you