Forever More

A man rushes, fast
brushes past,
trees and leaf and broken branch,
His name is Time,
his destination; mine,
and yours.

A man creeps,
watches us,
and weeps,
his soul is ice,
his heart is frost,
His name is Opportunity Lost,
but more;

A man laughs,
his eyes are black,
and in
his stare,
Fate looks back,
before;

A man can swear,
his love for you,
hands held together,
in prayer
for two
lovers He adores.

A man sighs,
he has got old,
and wise,
and these sad eyes
of mine,
are red and raw.

Because
a man knows,
only death bestows;
the truth of
us together,
forever more.