And your red sky at night won’t follow me now.
Whence entwined, promises of magnanimous amnesity ensure the fall of the individual whilst stalwart and altogether stoic. Why then, would you choose to measure our shortcomings with maudlin irony? Would you truly favour to sooner run with our arrogance than to walk with a friend?
Yet, i’ve seen it with my eyes and we all act so surprised when you come back.
Love is a decision. Love is a blessing. Love plays the violin as it sings in baritone about you and i. Love propels us to heights beyond what the eye can see. Love is trust and certainty. Orchestrated, wielded, proclaimed, fought for. Love is ruin. Love is hope. Love is everything you want it to be and nothing you can ever imagine.
So go on, break my heart again.
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