In the tinted glass with vapour’s mask,

His name etched on it,

At the beach coloured by the sound of water,

The sand has him knit.

He reminds me of that night we had,

When loneliness found solace,

We talked of stars and everything underneath,

And stitched our hope with fragile lace.

I look at him and meet eyes of wonder,

And in his eyes I see,

The rising sun and the setting stars,

And the endless ocean of glee.

When he holds me close to him and feels my heart beat,

When he looks into my eyes and tells me that I am his,

Even though it is said that forever seems illogical, and so are we,

I know that in my soul and in my deepest of thoughts, he lives,

And we are free.

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