Our Love

 
 

We were filling
eternity with our love,
before we knew
the word.
It dripped from one body
to the next,
spilling,
pouring,
flowing,
spreading and
seeping into the cracks
of time
to flood eternity.
Our love didn’t die,
it grew.

 
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