If I could collect all those breaths
that I spared while looking at this
bright amaranthine sky, the one that
seemingly bled your sentient essence,
the one that is eternally beautiful
and greatly immortal like our love
I'd still be wishing for more of it.
For me, it's never enough and it'll never be.
And If I'm able to recover the fragments of my memory,
that I lost over the course of time,
the ones that enslaved our beautiful laughs,
the ones that captured our lovely smiles,
I'd close my eyes and live those days all over again, before for the sky, I'll take a leave.
but while we're creating new memories daily,
there's not need to pull out
all those 'dog eared' poems that we weaved,
In the basket of nostalgia, let it all rest there calmly
for days that resist to show us some mercy.
for days we forget how to live life.
for days that wont hold calm it its captivity.
for days we forget how our beautiful past looked like.
but i hope that day, is very far away
like how far away, fate is out of our reach.
so till our breaths coincide like our minds,
and your heartbeat runs alongside mine
we will cherish each and every moment,
like a fine wine with our smiles.
till the blood runs heavy in our veins
and the sky above us is still bright,
our love will be eternally beautiful
like an amaranthine sky.