A Toast To All Of Thee

We are eternal as we are and nothing comes close to this. The dates and the hours, they tick away in our precious hands as a form of presence we cannot deny. How strong are stilts when love in its own conquest of desire cannot be destroyed? We love, too much to deny its existence thus my note to all; a difference in digit lacks concrete movement to the change of our heart's desire and longing for better days.

For days in which we seek happiness, for friendships that have been made of trust and commitment, ones that have taught us to love and appreciate, for a lover that sees you for who you are and embraces your flaws to see that positive change in you.

To what inch of neglect do you wish to perceive the ideologies of 'Time' to comprehend what we have unmasked in our living days? These days have been beautiful. I mean, are we not already soldiers in a battle of forgiveness, and are we not already human in the process of seeking for this peace?

Do you not already see, my friends?
Our glorious days have only just begun.
With our cups raised high up in the air,
I toast to all of thee, "To endless sunshine and a heart braver than brave."