Poetry

Chaos

We found ourselves in the chaos…
Right where real love lives,
In the two-AM thoughts,
The sleepless nights,
The longings for proximity,
Something we pray for
While living in the now,

The present
The precious gift we passionately hold on to while waiting for a future where our eyes will meet beyond phone screens,
Where we move past words
And our promises of love materialise and blossom into beautiful daisies,
Not a cliché kind of love with bouquets of red roses, and red wine, but one where the only thing red is the passion that burns within,

An unconventional story not etched in the stars but in the ground from whence we draw our roots,
Written before our genesis,
Predicting our Apocalypse,
A divine story of love unfolding before our eyes…

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